*Loveth's POV*
The gala was a dazzling blur of silk gowns, clinking glasses, and hushed conversations that felt like whispers of conspiracies.
I tried to blend in, but every time I caught a glimpse of Ethan's steady stare, I remembered I was a stranger in this glossy world.
Then she appeared—the woman from before, draped in emerald green, eyes sharp enough to cut glass.
"Power isn't given, Loveth," she said, voice like velvet but sharp as a blade. "It's taken."
I smiled, trying to play the part, but inside, my heart pounded. Was I ready to take what I wanted? Or was I just pretending?
Suddenly, Ethan's hand tightened on my waist. "Watch your back," he warned.
This night wasn't just about glamour—it was a chessboard. And I was already a pawn.
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*Ethan's POV*
I didn't like the way she spoke to Loveth—as if she were sizing her up, deciding how useful she'd be in this game of masks and mirrors.
This woman was dangerous, and she knew it.
I had pulled Loveth into a world she didn't ask for, but there was no turning back now.
Power games weren't just for the rich—they were survival.
And if Loveth wanted to win, she'd have to learn fast.
I watched her, fierce and uncertain, and I realized one thing—she was more twisted than she knew.
And that was her greatest weapon.
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