After signing the management contract, Liana had her driver take me home. I didn’t think much of it at the time—it was a simple ride in a black SUV from her gated villa community. I never expected that brief exit would be caught on camera by a Shadow Wolf.
By Monday morning, I was back on set, ready to film the next episode of the reality show. But the moment I walked in, I felt it—eyes on me. The crew whispered behind their clipboards, and even the boom mic guy kept glancing over like I’d grown horns overnight.
And then there was Josephson. Smug. Predictably cruel.
“Some people,” he drawled loud enough for everyone to hear, “even with a sugar daddy funding their career, should know better than to drag others down when their own mess leaks online.”
I stopped cold, brows drawing togethe
