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Chapter 109 Continuation

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-02-14 05:01:23

On the platform sat the shipping container. Its side was transparent glass, revealing Dante chained to a central pillar.

Ivy’s breath caught. She didn't see the chains; she saw the man. She saw the raw, bleeding devotion in his eyes as he looked through the glass and found her. The emotional fracture that had been widening for days suddenly slammed shut. In this wasteland of betrayal, he was the

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