Deviana sat in her office late into the night, her fingers drumming lightly against the desk as she reviewed the photos and notes she had secretly collected. Every detail mattered now. Every slip of Leviana’s mask could be the key to exposing her once and for all.

Her phone buzzed. A reminder from herself: Patience is strategy. Don’t just confront her—trap her where she cannot escape.

Deviana leaned back, closing her eyes for a moment. Adrian’s face appeared in her mind, torn between confusion and loyalty. She whispered under her breath, “You’ll see the truth soon, Adrian. I won’t let her play with you forever.”

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Meanwhile, Leviana paced her...