Leviana stood on the balcony of her apartment, her eyes fixed on the twinkling city lights below. Her phone vibrated in her hand, displaying a message from Marcelline: “Miss, everything is ready. The first strategy to sabotage Deviana can be executed tonight.”

Leviana smirked darkly, gazing into the distance. “Good. Let them enjoy their evening without suspicion. After that… everything will change.”

A few hours later, Deviana and Arga were enjoying dinner at a cozy little restaurant. The dim lighting and aroma of Italian cuisine created a warm atmosphere. They laughed softly, talking about future plans and the new fashion projects they were working on together.

“But you know, Arga,”...