Chapter 1

The morning after my one-night stand with Damian Thorne, my private photos were plastered all over the internet.

Everyone scorned me, mocking how a seemingly poised and elegant dancer could be so wild and reckless behind closed doors.

I cried as I confronted Damian, demanding an explanation, but he humiliated me in public.

“I just wanted to see what a prima ballerina was like in bed. Thought it would be amazing, but it was nothing special.”

“Scarlett Hayes is the only one for me. What we had? Just a game.”

He wrapped his arm around Scarlett Hayes, the very dancer who’d lost to me in every international competition we’d ever faced off in. His expression was smug and utterly contemptuous.

It was then I realized: his three years of passionate pursuit of me had been nothing more than an elaborate plot to get back at me for Scarlett!

Overnight, I plummeted from grace, branded a whore everyone could mock.

Meanwhile, Damian openly paraded Scarlett everywhere, spoiling her rotten, treating her like a goddess.

Three months later, he seemed to remember me, asking almost casually,

“By the way, is Aurora Reed still begging for me to come back?”

“Mr. Thorne, Ms. Reed is married. To your most hated rival.”