His Chains My Wings Chapter 14
As anticipated, the announcement of Alivia’s new role as a judge sent shockwaves through the nation, igniting a fervent debate among the public.
Trending hashtags like #TraitorAliviaAsJudge and #BoycottAlivia,GetOutOfFigureSkating swiftly took over social media platforms. Micaela’s army of hired trolls and zealous fans unleashed a torrent of vitriol, hurling personal attacks that seemed unending. It felt as though the digital world had turned into a battleground, with Alivia at the center, once again facing the storm of public disdain.
Just when it seemed that the wave of online vitriol would consume her entirely, a remarkable turn of events unfolded.
A coalition of authoritative sports bloggers and independent investigative journalists simultaneously published comprehensive articles, each packed with damning evidence.
Among the revelations were high-resolution photographs capturing Micaela in clandestine meetings with the manager of a rival nation.
There were also unsettling records of wire transfers linked to Micaela’s name, originating from anonymous overseas accounts.
Audio clips surfaced, revealing Micaela’s conversations with the journalist who had orchestrated the downfall of Everett.
Furthermore, it was unveiled that Wesley, in a blatant act of sabotage, had intentionally exacerbated Alivia’s injuries during their training sessions in the past, all to further Micaela’s career.
The tide of public opinion shifted dramatically!
Micaela, once a celebrated star, plummeted from grace. She was expelled from the national team in disgrace, and all her lucrative endorsement deals were terminated without hesitation.
Meanwhile, Alivia found herself liberated from the stigma that had haunted her for years. The resilience she had displayed through her suffering garnered her an unprecedented wave of sympathy and respect, transforming her into a figure of admiration.
Back in her apartment, Alivia switched off the flood of late apologies and accolades that inundated the internet.
There was no exuberance or wild celebration on her face; instead, a serene calm enveloped her, reminiscent of the stillness that follows a tempest.
Sebastian approached, placing a steaming cup of hot milk before her.
“How are you feeling?” he inquired, his voice laced with genuine concern.
Alivia accepted the cup, the warmth radiating through the delicate porcelain, soothing her chilled fingers.
She lifted her gaze to meet his, her expression resolute and clear: “It feels as though I’ve finally dislodged a massive boulder that had been crushing my chest. But I know there’s still a long journey ahead of me.”
“Absolutely,” he replied softly, his tone encouraging. “This is merely the beginning of our collaboration.”
Outside, sunlight broke through the clouds, casting a golden hue over the world, hinting at new beginnings.
In the days that followed, Alivia poured her heart and soul into the collaborative project with the Winslow family—a groundbreaking performance that intertwined the elegance of figure skating with the grace of classical dance.
However, the journey of preparation was fraught with challenges.
Classical dance emphasized ‘artistic conception,’ while figure skating coaches prioritized ‘degree of difficulty.’ This fundamental divergence often led to heated disagreements over how to harmoniously blend these two distinct art forms.
Following one particularly intense discussion, Alivia found herself rubbing her brow in fatigue, the weight of the project pressing heavily upon her.
Sebastian, ever perceptive, offered her a cup of warm ginseng tea, his voice steady and calm: “We don’t need to force a perfect alignment in form. Our goal is to discover the point of resonance between the spiritual essences of these two arts.”
His words resonated deeply within Alivia, acting like a key that unlocked her creative potential.
No longer was she fixated on mechanically replicating specific movements; instead, she began to envision her skate blades as brushes and the ice as her canvas, ready to express the spirit of transcendence and the pursuit of excellence found in American philosophy.
The day of the performance arrived, and Sebastian was present, a reassuring figure among the audience.
As Alivia executed the first segment—a breathtaking fusion of classical dance and figure skating—the arena fell into an awed silence.
She transcended the roles of mere figure skater or classical dancer; she evolved into a living embodiment of American wisdom and vitality, radiating strength and grace.
As the final notes of the music faded, Alivia paused at the center of the rink, her breath light and measured, taking in the moment.
Sebastian descended from the stands, his voice filled with pride: “Alivia, you did it.”
She met his gaze, sweat trickling down her temple, yet a genuine smile illuminated her face, a reflection of her inner triumph.
But just as the applause erupted, a carefully edited video surfaced quietly online, threatening to overshadow her moment of glory.
“The True Face of Ice Legends! Actual Footage of Bullying a Rival as a Minor!” the title screamed.
The footage was grainy and captured from an awkward angle, showing a girl resembling a young Alivia, who, after a heated exchange with another competitor, emotionally pushed the other person away.
The video was manipulated, cut short at both ends, devoid of context—just a few fleeting seconds of aggression.
Anonymous marketing accounts circulated the video, their captions accusing Alivia of being irredeemably flawed, asserting that all her previous clarifications were mere attempts at whitewashing her image.
Within moments, the video went viral.
“A leopard can’t change its spots!”
“I thought she was wronged before, but now it seems she’s just more cunning!”
“Boycott Alivia! Erase her from the public eye!”
The public outrage that had begun to fade reignited with ferocity, and because it touched upon the sensitive topic of ‘bullying as a minor,’ the backlash was even more intense than before.
Alivia’s endorsements and the social media pages of the ‘Classical Aesthetics’ project were flooded with negative commentary, drowning out any positive sentiment.
In her apartment, Alivia stared at the screen, her heart sinking as she confronted a distorted version of herself, crafted with malicious intent. Her fingertips felt icy against the warmth of her surroundings.
That wasn’t bullying. The other girl had hurled vile insults at her family, even dragging up the memory of her recently deceased grandmother. In that moment of emotional turmoil, she had lost control and…
Sebastian set down his tablet and approached her, his expression firm. “This is Wesley’s doing. He’s getting desperate.”
Alivia lifted her gaze, her eyes not filled with sorrow, but rather with a fierce determination.
“I’ve had enough.” Her voice was steady, imbued with an unyielding strength. “I can’t let them, like parasites, gnaw away at the life I’ve fought so hard to rebuild, time and again.”
“Sebastian, this time, I want to make them disappear forever.”
