Krissan's resolve was steadfast, but the pressure of maintaining her facade was immense. Every moment spent with Deyonjay was a delicate balancing act. She had to ensure her actions were seamless, her words carefully chosen. The goal was clear: make him fall in love with her, to eventually seize control of her fate and his empire.
The day began with a sense of foreboding. Krissan sensed a shift in the atmosphere within the mansion. Deyonjay was on edge, his mood darker than usual. As she entered the dining room for breakfast, she could see the tension in his posture, the tightness in his jaw.
"Good morning, Deyonjay," she greeted him, trying to gauge his mood.
He barely looked up from his coffee. "Morning," he replied curtly.
Krissan decided to approach cautiously. "Is everything alrig
