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Spotlights blazed across the stage, making Liora’s face shine flawlessly on the screen. Her elegant red gown shimmered, her hair styled in smooth waves that gave her a glamorous aura. The studio was packed with an eager audience, while millions of eyes outside were watching through television and live streaming.“And here is our special guest tonight,” the talk show host announced with booming enthusiasm. “A talented actress, whose name has once again become the center of attention… Liora!”Applause erupted. Liora flashed a sweet smile, stepping in with a façade of confidence. Yet in her chest, her heart pounded erratically. Devandra’s words echoed in her mind:“Remember, Liora. Never look like you’re taking sides. Just throw out ambiguous comments, let the public build their own narrative. That will be far deadlier.”She sat gracefully on the prepared chair, her back straight, concealing her nerves beneath a nearly perfect smile.---The host began with lighthearted chatter, touching

Devandra’s office sat at the very top of a glass tower, reflecting the blinding light of the morning sun. The walls were adorned with expensive paintings, shelves stacked with rare editions, and the rich scent of black coffee lingered in the air.Liora stepped inside, her cream-colored dress draping elegantly around her figure. Her smile was carefully arranged, though beneath it her unease stirred restlessly.Behind a massive black marble desk, Devandra turned as she entered, his lips curling into a satisfied smile.“Ah, our shining star has arrived,” he said, clapping slowly. “Liora, your appearance on last night’s talk show… brilliant.”Liora bowed her head politely. “I only followed the directions your team prepared.”Devandra chuckled, approaching her with calm, deliberate steps. “Don’t be modest. You set the media ablaze, the show’s ratings soared. And more importantly—you planted doubt about Vania. That is an art only someone like you can master.”Liora forced a small smile, tho

“Who’s there?!” Deviana’s voice cracked in the empty parking lot, echoing against the concrete walls.She had just stepped out of the elevator, her stride halting abruptly when she heard the sharp sound of footsteps against the cement floor. The neon light above her flickered, casting long, distorted shadows that deepened the eerie atmosphere.Deviana clutched her bag tightly against her shoulder, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. For days, she had felt someone tailing her—strange stares on the street, the persistent sound of a motorcycle never too far behind, and those anonymous phone calls that offered nothing but silence.Tonight, it felt like all of those suspicions had finally taken form.---From behind one of the parking pillars, a man slowly emerged. A long dark coat draped his frame, his face partially hidden beneath a hat and shadows. His footsteps were calm—too calm—as though he had been waiting there all along.“Deviana…” His voice was rough, low, and heavy. “You need to

“I can’t just sit still,” Deviana muttered as she opened her laptop. Her fingers trembled, but her eyes burned with determination. “If that man really was a former journalist, I have to know who he is.”She pulled out the small notebook where she had scribbled details from the encounter in the parking lot. The man’s words kept echoing in her head: “There’s a bigger truth at play. Be careful if you want to stay alive.”Deviana typed quickly into the search engine: “missing journalist, Devandra case.” Hundreds of old articles appeared, most of them deleted or archived. Still, a few fragments remained on obscure blogs.---Her phone rang suddenly. Deviana jumped, nearly dropping the laptop. She answered cautiously.“Hello?”“Deviana?” It was Nadia’s voice.“Yes, why?”“Are you home? You sound tense.”“I… I’m searching for something. About the man I met last night.”There was silence on the other end. “Are you sure it’s safe to talk about this over the phone?”Deviana glanced at the close

“So… we’re really going to meet again?” Deviana’s voice trembled as she stood beneath the shadow of an old, nearly forgotten building on the outskirts of the city.The night air cut through her skin. Most of the streetlights were dead, leaving only the flickering glow of neon signs that cast eerie shadows across the cracked pavement.A footstep approached from the darkness. “I warned you. Yet you came,” a deep, calm, and intimidating voice said.Deviana turned sharply. “I can’t just stop. After everything that’s happened, I need to know… the truth you’re hiding.”---Rinaldi—the mysterious man—emerged from the shadows. His face was more visible this time, etched with exhaustion, his eyes carrying the weight of having seen too much.“Deviana,” he said slowly, “you don’t understand what you’re chasing. Devandra isn’t just about rumors, not just about taking down Arga or Vania. He has a much bigger plan.”Deviana stepped forward, challenging her own fear. “What plan? Tell me. I deserve t