One Cruel Prank Too Far
Language: en
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. Natalie—or rather, the girl I had been for the last six years—was being dismantled in…