Ballerina's Vow: His Empire Will Burn

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, a dizzying kaleidoscope of betrayal and rage. The recording still played, Cassie' s desperate pleas, Alexander' s chillingly

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shock. Alexander. He stood in the doorway, his eyes narrowed,

s gaze fell on my phone, still clutched in my hand, th

f pure fury and grief. I simply looked at him, my

my face. His controlled facade wavered for a split s

ue, Alexander?" My voice was raw, barel

on. My heart, already shattered, splintered further, each sharp shard digging deeper in

an unfortunate incident. A misunderstanding. Kyle was young, reckless. Cassie was distraught. I merely... helped them out of a bind." He to

her endless nightmares, her lost youth – a mere misunderstanding? And he dared to claim he did it

words tearing through my throat. "He destroyed her!

it was Cassie who needed my help. She was hysterical. Her brother' s future, her career... all at stake. What was I supposed to do? Le

the man who had promised to protect Grace, was standing here, defending her attacker. He w

brought home, broken and unresponsive. Alexander had held me, his arms a comforting cage. "I' ll make them pay, Hanna,"

vation, that he would fix what was broken. I had trusted him with the most preciou

her face streaked with tears, her hair disheveled, burst into the changing room. S

ruin everything!" She rushed to him, burying her face in his chest, her sobs echoing dramaticall

You' re trying to destroy my life!" She pulled out her phone, displaying a short clip. It showed me, my face distorted with anger, shouting at Cassie,

s, turned to stone. His gaze, cold and furious, landed on me.

I said, my voice barely

rp crack echoing in the silent room. My ears rang. The pain, though stinging, was nothing compared to the shock, the ut

you stoop to such levels? Do you not realize what you' ve done? You' ve attac

? Grace was just collateral damage, a mere pawn in their twisted game. The contrast was so stark, so obscene, that a b

ewfound steel. "Fine. Here it is." I reached into my bag, pulled out the signed di

rupting like angry bees. Alexander' s face was a mask of disbeli

will regret every single second. You think you can walk away from me that easily? You thi

ng her protectively into his side. As he turned to leave, his voice, cold and final, echoed through the stunned silence of the studio. "And effective imm

life. The whispers around me turned to gasps. "She' s finished." "Alexander will make s

soon be begging for his mercy, humiliated and broken. He thought he could

rong. I was

Cassie had vanished. My career, the one thing I had poured my entire soul into, was gone. My marriage was a festering wound final

uld not break. I would not allow him to win. He wanted to see me r

began to pack my belongings, the few personal items that weren't tied to Alexander's lavish gifts. My

would take Grace from that facility, from his control. We

rang again. This time, it was the private

a cold dread seizing me. "Hel

ic. "Ms. Butler, it' s about Grace. She' s..

ompletely. Grace. Gone. The phone slipped f