The Fiancé's Treachery: A Dancer's Vengeance

Thom

spital room with so many expensive bouquets that it looked like a funeral parlor. He bought me jewelry, designer clot

rtable cot in my room, reading to me for hours, feeding me my meals as if I were an infant. He spoke of our future, of a

was never mentioned. It was as if their decade-l

ving insects. My heart was a dead thing in my chest. I was just waiting. Waiting for the call from the

ur townhouse lined up in the foyer to welcome me home. Connor, having just returned from his own fam

his voice soft with apology as he leaned down to kiss

my expression blank. He sighed, his s

calls, leaving me alone in the silent, cavernous living room. I was jus

s

mask was gone. Her face, in the dim light of the library, was s

to die, do you?" she sai

ck against the leather of

me like a caged animal. "Your perfect face, your perfect body,

llerina from the mantelpiece-a gift from my grandmother-and smashed it on the floor. "I took it all

e here, with that pathetic, broken look on your face, they're obsessed with you! Thei

rabbed my chin, forcing me to look at her. "I won

e, Isla?" I asked, my vo

he whispered. "Death is too easy. I want you to suf

h-looking men I'd never seen before stepped out from the sh

king audacity, she ripped the collar of her own dress, musse

OMEONE,

rite restaurant-sesame balls, a childhood treat-in his hand. The bag dropped

hind him, his face a mas

!" she cried, pointing a trembling finger at me, and then at the two thugs

into a mask of pure fury. He strode towards me. The slap was so hard, my head sna

er everything we've done for you, this is how you repay us? By tr

, bottomless disappointment that was somehow wor

ighteous indignation and crocodile tears. I looked at

curity camera in this room," I said, my voice cle

and Conn