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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Five: The Ghost and Revenge in his Blood.
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2025-10-10 16:23:22
Jhumie_writesThis chapter is a quiet storm, the kind that brews beneath the surface before everything breaks loose. For the first time, we see Killian Wolfe not as the cold strategist or the man molded by vengeance, but as a son, caught between two bloodlines: one that destroyed him, and one that made him. His mother’s call reawakens something human in him, a pulse beneath the rage. Ivy’s touch reminds him he’s still capable of being loved. But more than anything, the truth of his father’s suffering becomes the fuse. This is where revenge becomes personal. Where the war stops being about Robert Wolfe’s empire, and starts being about blood, legacy, and the ghosts that built him.
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