Leviana sat in her luxurious living room, her fists clenched tightly on the crystal table. Her phone lay beside her, the screen flashing a message she had just received: “Deviana is going to marry Arga.”

Leviana’s face flushed, her eyes narrowing with restrained fury. “What? No way! I won’t let this happen!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the glass walls of her apartment.

Marcelline, her assistant, who sat not far away, looked at Leviana with worry. “Miss… do you mean you want—?”

Leviana snapped back, her voice trembling. “You know what I mean, Marcelline. That’s not just news. Deviana… she dares to take what should be mine. And I...