My Engagement Party, His Humiliation Show Chapter 05

My Engagement Party, His Humiliation Show Chapter 05

It didn’t take long for the crowd to figure out what was coming at them. The grins vanished. People 

started shoving toward the edges of the plaza. 

But a dozen men jumped down from the lead 

vehicle before anyone could break through. The 

one in front gave a sharp tactical hand signal and 

barked the order. 

“Lock it down. Nobody leaves.” 

They moved as one, fanning out to the edges of 

the crowd. In exactly fifteen seconds, every exit 

was sealed. The runners had nowhere to go. 

Bradley froze for a beat, then shook it off. He 

walked straight up to the man who’d given the 

order, chin up, still playing king. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You have 

any idea whose town this is-” 

He never finished the sentence. A sick snap cut 

through the air – Julian Sterling had caught 

Bradley’s pointing finger and bent it backward until 

it broke. 

Bradley’s men charged. The fastest one threw a wild kick straight at Julian’s head. 

Julian was faster. He dropped low and drove his 

boot into the man’s groin. The man crumpled, 

hands between his legs, screaming into the 

pavement. 

Four more men stepped off the vehicle. They 

dismantled Bradley’s crew in exactly forty–five 

seconds. 

Once it was over, Julian came jogging toward me 

and shrugged off his jacket, draping it around my 

shoulders. The look on his face when he saw me 

was pure fury and regret. 

“Vivienne, what the hell happened to you?” 

“Why are you here? Where’s my dad?” 

Julian hesitated, then leaned in and whispered. I understood immediately. He helped me back to the vehicle to change. 

I’d barely stepped out of the vehicle three minutes later when I heard Chloe’s voice again. She was wrapping Bradley’s hand, tears streaming, but her eyes were fixed on me. 

“What is wrong with you, Vivienne?! You know 

Bradley can’t stand the whole Highcreek princess 

act – and you pull this?!” 

“And you’re walking around wearing another man’s 

jacket? You don’t even care how that looks to 

Bradley?!” 

Bradley had been quiet. Chloe’s words set him off 

all over again. 

He pushed Chloe behind him and came straight 

for me. He got in my face, jaw clenched, his 

uninjured finger an inch from my nose. 

“What the hell was that, Vivienne-” 

“You’re about to find out.” 

I held his stare for exactly three seconds, then 

turned and nodded to Julian. 

A hundred engines roared to life at once. The jets 

crashed into the plaza like a tidal wave – a 

hundred streams slamming into the crowd from 

every angle. 

Every man who’d been circling me with a grin on 

his face was flattened against the ground in under 

five seconds. 

I climbed onto one of the cannon trucks. Wailing 

rose from every direction. 

From up there, I could see Chloe huddled behind 

Bradley and the remains of his crew. I picked up the mic and gave the order. 

A dozen cannons swiveled toward Bradley’s 

group. 

– 

“Bradley I can’t take it, it hurts-” 

“I can’t – Bradley, my eyes are bleeding!” 

The outer ring went down first. In the entire plaza, only two people were still on their feet – Bradley 

and Chloe. 

Bradley braced himself in front of Chloe, taking the full force of a dozen jets on his body. The pressure tore through his shirt like tissue paper. 

Blood mixed with the water running off his skin, 

turning the stream at his feet a thin, sick pink. He doubled over, grabbed his chest, and coughed blood onto the pavement. 

Then his legs gave out, and he went down. 

Chloe stood alone. 

I signaled Robert Vance, then climbed down from. 

the truck and walked toward Chloe. Her triumph 

was gone. All I saw now was fear. 

“Chloe, it’s the Summer Splash, remember? You 

said it yourself getting soaked is the whole 

point…” 

I turned toward Robert, but Chloe clamped a hand 

around mine. “Vivienne, don’t – please, I’m begging you-” 

I looked down at her and smiled. Then I wrenched my hand free. 

One sharp wave at Robert, and I stepped clear. 

The cannons locked onto her. She was knocked 

off her feet before she could scream. 

She crawled across the wet pavement, scrambling out of the streams. But the jets followed her every 

move, pinning her down whichever way she 

twisted. 

“Stop – it hurts!” 

“Bradley, help me – I’m going to die!” 

Chloe’s screams echoed off every wall in the plaza. The pressure shredded the remains of her dress and left her skin raw. She couldn’t lift her 

head. All she could do was lie there and take every 

second of it. 

I folded my arms and watched her like something 

small and trapped. 

I was still savoring it when Bradley managed to 

drag himself up and staggered toward me. “That’s 

enough, Vivienne. There’s a line.” 

“A line?” I spun on him. My palm cracked against 

his face. 

I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him close, 

pointing back at Chloe thrashing under the water 

behind us. 

“Where was the line when she was targeting me 

with a water gun?!” 

“Where was the line when she told me to strip in 

front of a hundred men?!” 

“Where was the line when you tore my mother’s 

dress off my body?!” 

“You’re fucking disgusting, Bradley.”