The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 115

Chapter 10

In a twist of poetic justice, Dad hired the same thugs to drag Victoria into the woods, forcing her to endure the exact brutality they had inflicted on me.

Victoria’s screams pierced the night.

She howled for Dad and Caspian between ragged breaths.

But no one appeared to rescue her.

“Why isn’t anyone coming for me?” she sobbed.

I had once asked the same question.

When they finally discovered her, Victoria was clinging to life. The medical report was unequivocal:

permanent paralysis from the waist down. She would spend the rest of her days in a specialized

bed, dependent on round–the–clock care.

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Dad and Caspian faced Class A felony charges for orchestrating the assault. The D.A. was pushing for

life sentences.

Their savage attempt at redemption meant nothing to me anymore.

In Monaco, Grand–père’s cliff–side estate commanded breathtaking views of the Mediterranean, the

massive property extending from the mountains to a private beach.

and peaceful, deliberately disconnected from the American

I’d left behind.

anniversary of Mom’s death, when Grand–père collapsed during breakfast, his heart finally giving

will, naming me as the sole

forty–something woman in last season’s Chanel stormed the estate gates, demanding entry. She claimed to be Jean–Claude’s daughter, insisting on her “rightful

Sophie Rousseau–the

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brief homecoming a living hell.

wasn’t about to be intimidated by this imposter.

“You should be on your knees thanking him for not leaving you in whatever orphanage he found you in, instead of demanding

face contorted with rage when our eyes

little cunt,” she snarled, dropping all pretense of refinement. “I’m his real daughter! Twenty–five fucking years I took care of him while your

of my way! I need to

signaling the security team with a slight

you’re not welcome

became completely unhinged. “You manipulative bitch! You’ve turned him against me! This

again, and I’ll ensure you leave

dramatically onto the marble foyer, mascara streaking down

she too had been “cruelly Between heaving sobs, she claimed that afte discarded” by Jean–Claude when

like garbage,” she wailed. “Fucking disgusting old men just to pay rent. You have billions–BILLIONS!

crouching down to her level, my

this house with nothing but the clothes on her back because of you. She built herself from

imaginary dust

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