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Chapter 50
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2026-08-20 22:34:00Lydia's POV
The digital clock on the armored SUV’s dashboard glowed a stark 4:52 AM as we tore through the rain-slicked city streets toward the Citadel.Seventy-eight minutes.That was all the time Judge Benedict had left before his illegal, advance-notice hearing would gavel Julian’s fake prenuptial agreement into permanent, unappealable law.When we burst through the heavy doors of the Citadel’s glass-walled tactical suite, Cassian didn't say a word. He stepp
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