I Was Forced to Serve My Saboteur at Her Gala, Then I Took the Stage
Previously: When Chloe was forced to serve champagne to the woman who destroyed her ballet career, she didn't hide. Instead, she waited for the perfect moment to reclaim her spotlight.
The Spotlight Reclaimed
The murmurs of the crowd died down as Chloe walked toward the grand piano. The golden spotlight bathed her in warmth, a familiar sensation that sent a shiver down her spine. Victoria reached out to grab a security guard, her face pale with panic, but Alex held her back, eager to see Chloe make a fool of herself. He didn't believe she could still dance after her devastating ankle injury.
What they didn't know was that Chloe had spent the last year secretly training, rebuilding her strength in silence. She kicked off her flat server shoes. Beneath her long trousers, she had secretly worn her pointe shoes, a silent rebellion she kept close to her heart. She looked out at the wealthy patrons and made a bold declaration.
"I was hired to open the show," Chloe said, her voice echoing through the silent hall.
The pianist, an old friend who had witnessed Chloe's tragic downfall, struck a powerful, dramatic chord. Chloe took a deep breath and launched into a breathtaking, gravity-defying leap. The ballroom gasped in unison. She moved like a spirit reborn, spinning and leaping across the marble floor with a fierce, raw emotion that left the onlookers spellbound.
Victoria watched in absolute horror. She knew that Chloe's performance was exposing the lie she had lived for three years—that she was the superior dancer. But the real shock came when Chloe spotted a distinguished older man standing at the back of the room. It was Monsieur Laurent, the legendary director of the Paris Opera Ballet, who was supposed to announce Victoria's international contract tonight.
Terrified of losing her future, Victoria broke away from Alex and rushed toward the stage, screaming at the security team.
"Get this imposter out of here! She is ruining my night!" Victoria shrieked.
But before the guards could step forward, Alex himself intercepted them, a cold look on his face. He turned to Victoria, his voice dangerously quiet.
"Let her finish, Victoria. Let's see what else you lied about," Alex said.
”Let's see what else you lied about," Alex said.