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Chapter Ninety-Nine: Nothing feels like Mine
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Jhumie_writesIvy’s voice here shows the suffocating reality of her engagement, the perfection around her is a prison, and she’s realizing for the first time how little of this life belongs to her. This chapter is about quiet rebellion: the awakening of resistance, even if it’s just in her thoughts for now.
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The night was quiet outside, the kind of stillness that made every small sound, every creak of a shutter, every distant car horn, feel amplified. Killy stepped into Mark’s mechanic shop, the familiar scent of grease, metal, and old rubber greeting him like an old friend. The overhead lights cast long, angular shadows across the space, turning the rows of cars and tools into a maze of dark shapes.Mark was already there, leaning against a workbench, arms crossed. His eyes flicked up as Killy entered, and for a moment, the two brothers simply regarded each other. No words, just presence. In the silence, the weight of everything pressing down on them, the plan, Ivy’s captivity, Killian’s safety, the Wolves, settled like dust in the corners of the shop.Killy finally broke the silence. His voice was low, measured, but carried the tremor of worry he refused to show elsewhere.“I’m worried,” he said simply.Mark raised an eyebrow but stayed silent, waiting.“About Killian,” Killy continued,
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