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Chapter 49 The Violent Embrace

Author: Ayana Stories
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-09 12:12:16

The world of power, a silent, brutal symphony of ambition and deceit, was a distant, forgotten memory. In its place, a new reality had emerged, a world of shadows, of silence, of a love that was a brutal, beautiful, and devastating reality. The secret council, a meeting of the world’s most powerful figures, was a blur of forgotten faces and hushed conversations. All that mattered, all that had ever mattered, was the reunion, a silent, powerful, and heartbreaking exchange of glances, a devastating reality that had shattered the fragile peace of her new life.

Amara, a sovereign, a mother, a ghost from the past, was a woman who had found a new purpose, a new meaning, a new reason to live. But the ghost of her past, a King, a lover, a man who had taken a bullet for her, was a constant, terrifying presence in her life. The love, a fire that had been extinguished by betrayal and grief, was now a full-blown inferno, a new, more terrifying reality.

The meeting had ended, a silent, powerful,
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  • Obsession of the Mafia King   Chapter 60 The Bargain

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