VIV’S POV

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the luxurious furnishings. I leaned back against the plush velvet headboard, my fingers tapping impatiently on the sleek surface of my laptop. My heart pounded, not with nerves, but with anticipation.

I had been waiting for this moment.

A scandal this big needed to be executed with precision, and I had made sure to cover my tracks. No one would trace it back to me. I reached for my phone, my fingers brushing over the smooth glass before I brought it to my ear.

"Is it done?" I asked, keeping my voice...