All Chapters of The Dance of Vengeance: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A mask was tossed over. "Cover her mouth. Stop her from screaming." My wrist was locked in a crushing grip, my legs throbbed with pain, and my mouth was tightly covered. All I could do was let my tears flow helplessly. I could only watch as Julian took my phone, logged into my account, and posted an apology and clarification in my name. "I’ve changed your password and replaced your verification number with mine. For now, just stay out of trouble." When Julian finally looked up and saw my state, he seemed startled. He pushed Hank, away, glaring at him in reproach. "Did you really have to use that much force?" He rubbed my wrist gently. "Does it hurt? If you’d listened earlier, this wouldn’t have happened." I snatched my phone back and reluctantly opened my social media, only to find a post uploaded from my account that read:"I apologize for my earlier comment on Redwood Dance Troupe’s post. I am not married to Mr. Julian Ford. As a fan, I acted on selfish impulses. I also

Although his words were vague, they made his stance clear.I exhaled in relief. Over the next few days, I started packing my belongings and handling the necessary paperwork. I didn’t have much—just one suitcase in total. I left behind everything Julian had ever bought for me.It wasn’t because I was virtuous, nor was it because I still had feelings for him. He had cheated, leaving me utterly broken. When my world crumbled, my parents died in disgrace, and I became a pariah hounded by those who blamed me for the children’s deaths, it was Julian who saved me.I didn’t know how he convinced his father, but after that long night kneeling in the rain, he was cast out of the Ford family. At the same time, the relentless attacks against me online suddenly disappeared. He gave me a new name, a new identity, and a new life. He truly caught me as I was falling, staying by my side through the darkest of days. For that alone, I couldn’t bring myself to hate him. All I wanted now

"Well, if it isn’t Victoria Dean, the great dancer herself. Since you’re here, why not give us a performance before you leave?" I didn’t recognize the man in front of me, but it was obvious that he was just one of Julian’s pawns sent to humiliate me. "Move," I said coldly, my expression hardened. "Oh, look at that attitude." The man sized me up as if I were a product on display. "Still think you’re the rising star of the dance world? You do know, don’t you? You’ve already been blacklisted from the industry." His words knocked the breath out of me, leaving me feeling like I’d plunged into icy water. "Julian," I said, turning to him. "Is he telling the truth?" Julian swirled the wine in his glass, his gaze distant and cold. "This is your punishment for what you did wrong." I couldn’t hold back anymore and pressed him. "What did I do wrong? What could possibly justify you ruining my career and cutting off all my opportunities? Julian Ford, answer me!" His lips tightened, a

The divorce papers scattered across the floor, and someone picked one up, glancing at it. "Looks pretty convincing. Mr. Ford, it’s not real, is it?" Julian’s tone was dismissive. "Just an amateurish old trick." He was so certain I was only throwing a tantrum and so confident I would never leave. To him, all my resistance and desperation were nothing more than petty, irrational outbursts. The mocking glint in his eyes, as he looked at me now, said it all. "Victoria, I suggest you stop before you embarrass yourself any further." A wave of exhaustion swept over me, seeping into my very core. There was a saying: “Once a flower wilts, it’s gone forever. Even if it blooms again, it’s never the same.”People were no different. I turned to leave. Clang.The sound of Julian’s wine glass shattering on the floor stopped me in my tracks. "Victoria, think carefully. Once you walk out of here, who would want you? Who would dare take you?" I wasn’t sure what my expression lo

"Ah!" Averil cried out, her hand turning bright red. She opened her mouth to protest, but as she lifted her head, she saw Noman gently brushing back the curls from Victoria's face. "Alcohol allergy…" His voice carried a faint tremble. No longer the composed gentleman, Noman scooped Victoria into his arms, holding her as if she weighed nothing, and turned to leave. "Mr. Carter!" Julian stepped forward, blocking his path. "Where are you taking Victoria?" Noman’s gaze was icy as if he were looking at a dead man. "She’s in anaphylactic shock. Can’t you see that?" Julian glanced at the woman in his arms and let out a mocking laugh. "Mr. Carter, you may not know this, but that woman is a master manipulator. The glass she drank from was filled with plain water. How could she possibly be having an allergic reaction?" Noman’s chest rose and fell, as though he were trying to hold back a wave of anger. Julian’s eyes remained fixed on Victoria’s still form. "Stop pretending. If you