Unveiling the night 2

Alan's POV

I stood confidently at the center of the charity event, basking in the attention. This was supposed to be a moment of pride, another success to add to my list.

I had taken my time to select the most pitiful videos of orphanage and disabled homes in order to gain the sympathy of the audience so as to achieve my aim.

I was already hearing gasps and murmurs to prove that they were moved by the poor state of the children being displayed, but the next thing I heard was my father's angry voice.

"You bastard! What's the meaning of this?”

Why was he looking like an angry bull? I watched as the crowd pointed at the big screen and threw disdainful, hateful glances at me. Confused, I turned to the screen, wondering why they looked upset and I was horrified.

I felt the color drain from my face as the images of Phoebe and me filled the screen, the sound echoing across the room.

The video wasn’t the promotional content we had prepared. No, it was Phoebe's sex video being displayed! To