Let The Wind Whispers My Farewell

Before the show, Victor’s stepsister Abigail cut my safety rope. I was performing a dance 30 feet in the air—one wrong move and I’d hit the ground, broken without a chance of recovery.

Sharp-eyed fans dug up Abigail’s personal information and by the next day, limited-edition lingerie mystery boxes featuring my high-def private photos were flying off the shelves online.

I turned to my manager and fiance, Victor Whytton, for help, but outside the VIP room, I overheard him laughing with no care.