Denzel King commanded attention wherever he went—the golden boy of the King dynasty. When Sallie slipped through his fingers, he crafted a different strategy. Leaked whispers of a King-Isabelle business deal sent reporters swarming.
Denzel positioned himself before the cameras, that practiced smile locked in place as he prepared his carefully rehearsed lines.
A man burst through the crowd, screaming, "You home-wrecking bastard! This is for stealing my wife!"
Before anyone could blink, the stranger charged forward, flinging a bucket of rancid pig's blood. The thick, putrid liquid coated Denzel from head to toe, soaking through his expensive suit and dripping down his face.
