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.

of personal conduct. In light of recent revelations,

Victoria’s meltdown when she received the news.

HER?!” she shrieked, hurling a vase against the wall.

unhinged pitch. “She stole everything 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 I’LL END

mom was literally screwing a married man for 20

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blame expanded: “The father and brother are the real villains. Imagine TORTURING your own daughter/sister because your mistress’s kid was

schemes, even a suspicious fire at a competitor’s apartment before a

doxxed her, leading to protesters outside her apartment building with signs reading “HOME WRECKER” and “CHILD ABUSER

PROXY.”

vindicated?

universe was simply balancing

surprised me was seeing Dad and Caspian huddled outside the

my completely reconstructed face,

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

visibly. “I’ve destroyed everything. I was blind. So

competing with

Christ, Val, I never