The night wind whispered softly through the garden of a luxurious mansion on the city’s outskirts. Dim garden lamps glowed faintly, illuminating the woman standing beneath a magnolia tree — Cassandra.

She lifted her face toward the sky, inhaling the cool air with a sly smile curling at her lips.

“Finally,” she murmured, “everything is unfolding just as I planned.”

From the darkness, a man in a black suit emerged — Lucas, her most trusted confidant.

“Phase one is complete,” he said flatly. “Adrian and Rosemary have separated.”

Cassandra turned to him, her eyes sharp and gleaming.

“Good. Now we move to phase two. This time, we’ll make Adrian lose...