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Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: The Fortress of Wolves
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2025-09-04 19:05:09
Jhumie_writesThis chapter was all about shifting the Wolfe mansion from a palace into a prison. The glamour of Victor’s wedding morning is gone, replaced by paranoia, suspicion, and bloodthirst. Victor is humiliated, Robert shows us again just how ruthless he is, and Elena is torn apart, standing between two sons who are now officially at war. The tension here is meant to feel suffocating, every servant, every guard, every hallway watched like prey under a predator’s eye. From this point forward, no one in the Wolfe house is safe, and Ivy’s disappearance has ignited a storm that will not be contained. Brace yourself, because the hunt has only just begun.
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