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Chapter 136
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2026-03-06 22:10:06Hello dear readers,
Quick update before the story continues. Some chapters in this book are currently being split into smaller parts, so the chapter numbering may change for a while. While this update is in progress, please do not unlock new chapters yet. Once everything is finished, I will post another AUTHOR NOTE to guide you to the exact chapter where the story continues from Chapter 134. The story itself has not changed — it will continue exactly from where we left off. Thank you so much for your patience and for supporting this book. Your comments, gems, and love truly mean a lot to me. The story will continue very soon.
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Damian shoved the heavy oak doors open, stumbling into the room and practically throwing himself at the massive desk. He tore open a leather folder, his hands shaking violently as he pulled out a thick stack of glossy paper and a crumpled, black-and-white printout. He slammed them down onto the polished wood directly in front of Sebastian. "Look at it!" Damian demanded, his breathing ragged and shallow. Sebastian stepped up to the desk. He looked down at the forged photographs. He saw the cheap, yellow-lit hotel room. He saw the blonde man. He saw the face of a beautiful, dark-haired woman tangled in the sheets beneath him. "Aria Hale," Sebastian murmured, He slowly picked up the chat logs, his sharp, predatory eyes scanning the encrypted numbers and the damning text about server passcodes and safe combinations. "It's clean," Sebastian murmured, his deep voice dropping into a cold, clinical register. "The IPs match. The timeline aligns perfectly with the keycard swipes. From a pu
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The sleek, matte black helicopter descended rapidly through the overcast New York sky, the violent roar of its rotors echoing off the surrounding glass skyscrapers.It touched down on the private helipad atop the Cross building with a heavy, final thud. The side door slid open before the blades had even fully stopped spinning.Sebastian Cain Hierro stepped out into the freezing Manhattan wind.He didn't flinch against the cold. He stood tall on the tarmac, his broad, incredibly muscular shoulders completely relaxed beneath a tailored, midnight-blue cashmere overcoat. He slowly inhaled the sharp, polluted city air, a slow, dangerous smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.He had not set foot in this city in two years. He had spent that time carving out a brutal, highly lucrative empire in the shadows of the Spanish underworld, a ghost story whispered among men who traded in violence and untraceable money. He was Damian Cross’s oldest, closest friend—the only man alive who had ever be
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Damian’s eyes suddenly darkened, a flash of pure, unadulterated venom cutting through the heavy haze of the alcohol. He violently slapped his father’s hands away with a terrifying burst of strength. "Don't touch me," Damian hissed, his voice dropping into a deadly, vibrating growl. He leaned forward, his bloodshot eyes locking onto the older man. "You want to know what happened, old man? You want to know why the king is sitting in the dirt?" Alfred stood up straight, brushing off his suit jacket, his jaw tight. "Enlighten me." "She cheated on me," Damian whispered, the words tearing out of his throat like razor blades. He squeezed his eyes shut, his entire massive frame trembling as the agony ripped through his chest fresh and bleeding. "She smiled in my face, and she betrayed me. The one pure thing in this entire godforsaken world, and she was a lie. She sold me out." Alfred stared down at his broken, weeping son. He felt no sympathy. He felt only the cold, calculated irritation o
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