The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

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Chapter 8

[This girl is PSYCHO. How tf is she only 19?!?]

[Someone LOCK HER UP! This isn’t just bullying, it’s attempted MURDER!]

Under the tsunami of public pressure, Shane and his crew finally cracked. In a hastily arranged press conference, they admitted Victoria had paid them not just to traumatize me, but to ensure I “wouldn’t be a problem anymore.”

Her exact instructions: make it look like an accident.

This bombshell detonated across social media. Dozens of former classmates emerged from the woodwork, posting their own Victoria horror stories.

“Valentina helped me learn combinations when I first transferred,” one wrote. “Meanwhile, Victoria was putting thumbtacks in people’s pointe shoes.”

Far from being her victim, I’d been her obsession–she’d sabotaged auditions, slashed my costumes, and planted rumors with visiting choreographers that had cost me professional opportunities.

The backlash was merciless. #Victoria WintersIsOverParty trended for days.

Ballet maintains the highest standards of

she received the news. The leaked video spread

she shrieked, hurling a vase against the wall. “SHE’S NOTHING! NOTHING! I’M THE

from me! Everything that should have been MINE! I should have been Maxwell Dagonet’s daughter! I’LL FUCKING END HER! I SWEAR TO GOD

takedowns: “Honey, your mom was literally screwing a married man for 20 years. You’re the side piece’s kid. Stay

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and brother are the real villains. Imagine TORTURING your own daughter/sister because your mistress’s kid

calculated destruction: anonymous bullying accounts, blackmail schemes, even

her, leading to protesters outside

PROXY.”

feel vindicated? Not particularly.

was simply balancing its

huddled outside the

my completely reconstructed face, they

cracked. His once–perfect hair had gone steel gray, his designer suit hanging off his frame like

girl, I-” He struggled visibly. “I’ve destroyed everything. I was

competing with Victoria. I swear to God, I

Christ, Val, I