“Is everything ready?”

Marceline’s voice was cold, cutting through the dimly lit luxury hotel room. Across from her, Leviana sat in a striking red gown that contrasted with her pale skin, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

“Relax,” Leviana replied confidently. “I’ve arranged everything. Reporters from Channel Prime will be here tonight. All they need is one photo, one recording—and by tomorrow morning, Adrian will be finished.”

Marceline sipped her wine, her eyes narrowing. “Remember, Leviana, this isn’t just about ruining Adrian in the public eye. I want his grandfather furious. If Adrian is caught spending the night with you in this hotel room, his reputation will collapse. His...