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Chapter 25: The Mastermind's Silhouette
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2026-09-12 02:02:14
SomaliaCynthia finally confessed to orchestrating the warehouse fire five years ago! 😱 But the pack council is protecting her to use her against Elena! Can Alexander break through his own people to save his family, or has the corporate war turned deadly? 👀 Please hit Add to Library so you never miss our daily updates, and leave your thoughts in the comments! See you in Chapter 26!
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