“I have no other choice, Leviana.”

Adrian’s voice was hoarse as he set his phone down on the glass table. His hands clenched, trying to hold back the anger that threatened to spill over.

Leviana smiled faintly, framed in the doorway of his apartment in a tight black dress that hugged every curve. “Finally you understand. Fighting only drags you down. Isn’t it better to give in to what I want?”

Adrian turned to look at her, exhausted but sharp. “What more do you want?”

“Everything.” Leviana stepped closer; her tone was soft but authoritative. “I want you beside me at every event. I want people to see you as...