The Dancer's Ruin, The Heiress' Rise

– white ceilings, antiseptics,

a dream. I' d secured the lead role with the mo

at became men, their grunts, their laughter, a

as alive, but my body f

my hospital room. My fiancé, Ethan, and my

e: "The job is done, Caleb. They did exactly what

o did this to me? It couldn't be. Hal

"Think about what's at stake. The inheritan

protectors I relied on were t

osis confirmed my worst fears

ement to "standard care only," condemned me to

n death itself. I was meant to be their b

, a silent fury ignited. I wasn't just observing.