The morning sun barely touched the city skyline when Vania awoke to the sound of her phone buzzing incessantly. Notifications flooded the screen—social media posts, news alerts, and messages from concerned colleagues.

“Arga…” she whispered, her voice tight. “He’s… he’s started again.”

Arga, already dressed, rushed to her side. “Show me.”

Vania handed him the phone. Headlines screamed with manipulated photos, fabricated stories, and twisted rumors about their relationship and Arga’s company. It was Devandra’s first wave.

Arga’s jaw clenched. “This ends today,” he muttered. He grabbed his coat and phone. “We’re not letting him get away with this.”

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Across the city, Devandra watched the chaos unfold from his...