Revenge · Short fiction

Art Professor Destroys Student's Masterpiece, But The Universe Had Other Plans!

Art Professor Destroys Student's Masterpiece, But The Universe Had Other Plans! — Part 2
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Previously: A ruthless art professor's cruel act of sabotage ignites a firestorm of betrayal and revenge, only to reveal a shocking truth that will redefine artistic legacy forever.

The Unforeseen Intervention

Vivian watched Hannah’s silent devastation with a cruel, sneering satisfaction. With an exaggerated flick of her gloved fingers, she hurled the shredded remnants of Hannah’s masterpiece into a muddy puddle beneath the clanking mooring chains. The act was one of deliberate, performative disgust. Hannah, her spirit seemingly shattered, collapsed onto her knees on the wet sawdust floor. Her trembling fingers hovered millimeters above her ruined art, her throat knotting with unshed tears that carved clean trails through the charcoal smudges on her cheek. “Scrape up your garbage and clear out of my sight before I have you arrested!” Vivian’s voice was now laced with icy dismissal, a final command to banish the unfortunate artist from her presence.

But as Hannah’s eyes widened in burning shock, her jaw tightening into a mask of hard, suppressed fury, the tavern’s massive, iron-banded timber door slammed inward with a deafening boom. A gale of salty mist and rain swept through the opening, momentarily blinding everyone. Standing silhouetted against the tempest were two figures: Monsieur Delacroix, a distinguished gentleman from the Louvre, and Julian Vance, a prominent figure from Sotheby’s. Both were drenched, their bespoke overcoats slick with rain, their eyes scanning the room with a frantic urgency.

Art Professor Destroys Student's Masterpiece, But The Universe Had Other Plans!

Their search ended as they spotted Hannah kneeling on the floor. “Miss Hannah!” Vance exclaimed, his voice filled with breathless desperation as he bypassed Vivian entirely. “Thank heavens, we raced directly from the airport—is the private collection still intact?” Vivian Beaumont’s sneering grin froze. Her eyebrows twitched upward in startled, arrogant bewilderment as Delacroix, without a second glance at her, stormed past, his shoulder aggressively clipping hers and sending her staggering against a rusted chain with a metallic clang. He dropped directly onto both knees before Hannah, his focus solely on the young artist.

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He dropped directly onto both knees before Hannah, his focus solely on the young artist.