“Enough, Leviana!” Adrian slammed the apartment door. He was out of breath, eyes hard with anger. “You’ve already ruined me with that fake footage. What more do you want from me?”

Leviana lounged on the sofa with an elegant composure, a cynical curve at her red lips. She swirled her wine slowly, as if savoring every second of Adrian’s collapse.

“What do I want?” Her voice was low and cutting. “Simple, Adrian. I want you by my side. No Deviana, no Vanessa. Just you and me.”

Adrian clenched his fists. “You’re insane! I will never—”

“Then…” Leviana rose and stepped toward him with a triumphant look. “I’ll send the footage...