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Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen: His to ruin
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2025-09-07 20:19:35
Jhumie_writesThis was one of the darkest and most pivotal chapters so far. We finally saw Robert strike with the kind of precision and cruelty that makes him the true spider at the center of this web. it’s a brutal reminder that Robert plays chess while everyone else is scrambling with checkers. For Ivy, this is a breaking point too,, she hears firsthand the price of their choices. For Killian, it’s worse: he’s forced to sit powerless as Victor carries out Robert’s will, and then Robert twists the knife by dangling an impossible revelation, that his father might still be alive. This chapter shifts the entire story into deeper territory: grief, vengeance, and secrets . From here, every move Killian Makes is no longer just about Ivy or revenge, it’s about his very identity. Brace yourself. The Wolves just showed their teeth, and the game has officially turned into war.
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