Leviana stared at her laptop screen with a cold, calculating gaze. Her fingers danced across the keyboard as she compiled a list of contacts and devious plans to execute. “They think I’ll just stay quiet? Deviana happy? Arga by her side? That will never happen,” she muttered to herself, her breath heavy.

Her phone buzzed. A message from Marceline appeared: “Ready? I can help execute part of the plan.”

Leviana’s lips curved into a sly smile. “Good… we’ll start with the rehearsal party. If we can create just a little chaos there, everyone will start questioning Deviana.”

She closed the laptop briefly and gazed at the mirror in front of...