Tamed by love-Book 4 of Untamed Series

Prologue

Please be aware that Hailey's story is very dark, she lived through mental abuse since a child and if you don't like things like anorexia or depression, and suicidal thoughts then I recommend this is not a novel you would be interested in.

Fifteen years ago,

“Again,”

My mother ordered, impatiently clapping her hands and signaling for me to start from the beginning.

It’s been at least hours after practice was over, but after my mother heard about my-not-so-well-posture from an instructor and ever since, she made sure to get me after practice to work with me hand and hand on my techniques.

My feet and legs were aching from all the turnouts she made me do until she was satisfied and I was sure I have gotten ugly blisters since we’d been at this for weeks now. She had me up before sunrise and have me work on my techniques.

“Mom, I’m tired and we’ve been at this forever,” I complained still trying to catch my breath and covering the growling feeling in my stomach.

My hand flew to my face at the sound of her striking me, and for a single passing moment, I couldn’t believe it. Tears filled my big, round eyes when the burning feeling skittered beneath my hand and over my cheek where her hand made contact.

“Wipe them off,” She harshly ordered having no ounce of regret in her eyes or voice.

I flinched when she impolitely grabbed me by my shoulder and pulled me towards her. “I don’t ever want to see them again, got it?” Her devilish and narrowed eyes gaze deeply into mine making me feel as if she could see me crying inside.

I just nodded because I believed that anything else would make her strike me again.

“Over-emotional and crying girls don’t get picked for the lead roles in Giselle,” She harshly pointed out,

I could never understand her obsession with Giselle. It’s a ballet production of a romantic tale of innocent love and betrayal. A kind-hearted woman who dies after finding out about her lover’s betrayal and saves his broken heart even from death.

My mother couldn’t even express love or have a kind bone in her body. I expected her to push me into the lead role of the black swan as it was the new, upcoming ballet production and they were looking for the next dancer, but she was stuck on dances that were more than 150 years old.