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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Two: Fire on the Mountain
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Jhumie_writesRobert’s POV was necessary here because we’ve been lingering in Killian and Elena’s emotional storm, but the story also needs its villain’s perspective to raise the stakes. This chapter shows us that Robert is not just a background manipulator, he is a calculating, pride driven man who sees reputation as power. By letting readers hear his thoughts, we’re grounding the coming conflict: this isn’t just about love and betrayal anymore, it’s about legacy, dominance, and control.
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They didn’t tell me my mother was here. I only knew because I heard her voice, soft, familiar, carried down the hallway like a memory I wasn’t allowed to touch yet.My chest tightened instantly.I moved toward the door before I could stop myself, fingers barely brushing the handle when it opened from the outside. One of the maids stood there, posture stiff, eyes apologetic.“I’m sorry, ma’am,” she said quietly. “Mr. Wolfe says it’s not the right time.”Not the right time.Those words had followed me my entire life.I stepped back, heart pounding, listening as another voice, older, colder, cut through the space.“She shouldn’t see anyone yet.”Robert Wolfe.They are restricting me from seeing my family, my own mother now. I didn’t need to see him to feel his presence. It filled the wing like smoke.“She needs focus,” he continued. “Sentiment will weaken her.”My mother tried again. I could hear the strain now.“She’s my daughter Robert. You have no right to keep her away from me."“An
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