All Chapters of The Dance of Vengeance: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Charles respectfully watched Noman and his group leave before turning back to the stunned crowd. The polite smile on his face vanished in an instant."Everyone, start drinking."The long table was lined with no fewer than a dozen bottles of liquor. To finish them all, each person would need to down an entire bottle.Averil, who had already been forced to drink half a bottle, looked pale and panicked. Seeing the scene unfold, she shrank behind Julian for protection.The others immediately turned on her."This is all your fault! Why did you say it was water?""Victoria’s allergic to alcohol! How could you force her to drink it?""She wanted to leave earlier. Why didn’t you just let her go? What was the point of keeping her here to dance?"Averil clung to Julian’s sleeve, tears brimming in her eyes as she pleaded, "Julian, you have to believe me. I really saw Victoria switch glasses. She’s too smart to do something that would endanger herself, right?"Julian frowned slightly, mulling over

The media accounts were widely circulating a video clip from the red carpet.In the footage, I was being dragged along by a bodyguard because of my injured foot, but the malicious edits made it appear as though I was shamelessly trying to force my way onto the red carpet.Internet users, always eager to jump on a trend, turned the clip into GIFs and added insulting captions: “Clinger Queen” and “Trash who’ll do anything to get famous.”Alongside the video, the trending pages were filled with photos of me holding a glass of wine, seemingly pleading with former collaborators."Wow, not only does Victoria fake a marriage, but she’s also blatantly trying to trade favors. Truly living up to her reputation.""This is hilarious. Every executive she approached ran away like she was the plague. She’s the perfect mix of pathetic and shameless.""Looking at her pitiful face, I almost feel sorry for her. Hey, Victoria, come to me. I can spare a dollar for one night!""Honestly, why doesn’t she jus

I replied with a single word, "Alright."There needed to be an end between Julian and me.The meeting was set at Green Peak.Back when we had just settled in Harbor City, Julian would take me up to the mountains for dates.Back then, his pockets were empty, so he would gather wildflowers from the hills and weave them into flower crowns and necklaces for me.As our financial situation improved, he started making small donations to the local church up the mountain on my birthday. I could still hear his voice from those days, kneeling with sincerity and praying, "Please, keep my Violet safe and happy."The words remained, but the person had changed beyond recognition.Julian’s eyes fell on my injured leg. "Your leg hasn’t fully healed. Why didn’t you let me pick you up?"I couldn’t help but throw a sarcastic remark. "My injuries didn’t seem to matter to you back then when you forced me to dance for your precious muse, even though I was in worse shape."Julian froze, a flicker of discomfo

To be precise, it was Julian and Averil. It seemed that while Julian was "apologizing" to me on the mountain, Averil was waiting for him at the base. What was this supposed to be? Some kind of power play between the wife and the mistress? A wave of nausea rolled through me again. Without hesitation, I looped my arm through Norman's. "Let’s go." Julian quickly walked over. "Mr. Carter, may I trouble you for a few minutes to talk?" "No," Norman replied firmly, his rejection sharp and unyielding. "Mr. Carter..." Averil's voice dripped with sweetness, almost syrupy. "Can’t you give us a chance?" "No," Norman said again, his tone even colder. Averil froze, momentarily at a loss for words. Julian turned his gaze to me. "Victoria, don’t you think there’s been a misunderstanding between us?" He offered me a rare gentle smile, his eyes reflecting my image as if I were still his entire world. For a moment, I was stunned. My body reacted faster than my mind, almost instin

Julian turned to Averil. "Is it true?" "Of course not!" Averil retorted, her voice trembling with indignation. "Even if I had a hundred times the courage, I’d never dare provoke my senior like that!" She started crying as she spoke, looking utterly pitiful. Julian, predictably taken in by her act, softened his tone almost immediately. "Alright, alright, if you said it isn’t true, then it isn’t. Stop crying." He turned to me, disappointment written all over his face. "Victoria, I know you’re upset with me for giving your dance to Averil, but she’s already on the verge of losing her job because of you. Haven’t you done enough? Why go so far as to falsely accuse her?" Behind Julian, Averil shot me a triumphant look, her expression screaming victory. She was making it clear: Julian’s trust belonged entirely to her, leaving not a shred for me, his wife of seven years. I swallowed my anger and turned on my heel, heading toward the practice room. Julian and Averil followed m