One Cruel Prank Too Far

Summary

The moment the stage lights cut to black, the silence was shattered by a wave of jagged, mocking laughter from the audience.

A cold shiver raced down the back of my neck. My fingers instinctively reached behind me, brushing against the rough, adhesive edge of a piece of paper stuck to my tuxedo jacket.

“Caden’s Dedicated Lapdog.”

Those four words felt like a brand seared into my skin, sending a sickening heat straight down my spine.

The livestream cameras were still rolling, broadcasting to thousands.