“Look, you just need to do exactly what I tell you, and I’ll handle the rest.”

Vanessa’s voice was low but sharp as she sat across from a young man in a luxurious café. The man was a freelance photographer who often sold scoops to gossip outlets.

He swallowed nervously. “Are you sure this won’t backfire on you?”

Vanessa flashed a sweet smile, though her eyes glittered with cold malice. “Of course not. The only one in the spotlight will be Deviana. I just need a few pictures to make her look… inappropriate.”

The man glanced at the thick envelope Vanessa slid across the table. He opened it just enough...