CHAPTER 181

TRENT'S POV

In that moment, I made a decision. I'd play along with my father's game, pretend to be the dutiful son he wanted.

And that's how I ended up here, at this stupid campaign rally, standing next to the man I despised more than anyone in the world.

The park was packed with people, all here to see the great Richard Donovan. Red, white, and blue banners fluttered in the breeze, and a giant screen loomed behind the stage. I tugged at my collar, feeling like I was suffocating in the suit my father had insisted I wear.

Dad strode onto the stage, waving to the cheering crowd. I followed a few steps behind, forcing a smile onto my face. My stomach churned as I watched him work the crowd, shaking hands and kissing babies like some twisted parody of a good politician.

"Thank you all for coming out today!" Dad's voice boomed through the speakers. "As you know, we're here to talk about the future of our great city. But before we get into that, I'd like to introduce someone very special