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Chapter 36 A Secret Burden

Author: Ayana Stories
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-03 11:06:40

The reign of fire had settled into a simmering, methodical cold war. Naples trembled, but not with fear of imminent destruction, but with the chilling certainty of its coming. Amara and Dante were a unified front, a terrifying partnership that had dismantled the Greco family and left Alessandro’s ambitions in ruins. The world no longer saw a King and his captive, but a King and his Queen, a power couple of such strategic brilliance and ruthless efficiency that their enemies now chose to hide rather than fight.

Amara, however, was a battlefield of her own. She was a survivor, a queen, a strategist of chilling efficiency. But she was also a woman, and the brutal reality of her ordeal had left an indelible mark on her body as well as her soul. The physical pain had subsided, the scars were healing, but a new, subtle shift had begun to take hold. It began with a faint nausea in the mornings, a deep, bone-weary exhaustion that no amount of sleep could cure. She dismissed it as a lingering
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