“Adrian!”

The heavy door nearly came off its hinges as Deviana shoved it open. Her breath was ragged, her eyes blazing with unmistakable fury.

Adrian, who had just descended from his study, froze halfway down the staircase. His tall frame stiffened as he stared at Deviana standing in the living room, her face burning with anger.

“What are you doing here at this hour?” Adrian’s voice was deep, but controlled.

“Don’t pretend, Adrian!” Deviana’s steps were sharp, her voice rising. “I know all those filthy rumors about Arga spreading on social media came from you! You’re trying to destroy his reputation just to push me away from him, aren’t you?”...