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Chapter 89 The Reunion
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2025-08-29 09:00:04The battlefield still reeked of iron and ash. Smoke curled into the night like dark fingers clutching at the stars, and the once-verdant valley lay in ruin, littered with broken banners, trampled soil, and the silence of those who would never rise again. Amidst the chaos of victory, Amara stood tall. Her leather armor, once polished and gleaming, was now caked with blood, grime, and soot, but her eyes burned with an intensity that silenced even the howls of the wind.
The Empire’s soldiers—Dante’s soldiers—looked at her as though she were something more than human, a force, a legend birthed on the battlefield. Whispers spread:"The Scarlet Widow.""No, the General of Shadows.""She fights like she was born for war."They spoke her name with reverence and fear alike. For weeks now, she had carved her way through enemy lines, breaking ranks, toppling commanders, and securing territory that once seemed lost. She had become both sword and shield of Dan
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Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 97 The King and Queen
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The night had begun with a fragile sense of peace, one Amara had clung to desperately, as though it were a rare and delicate treasure that might shatter at the faintest touch. After days of spiraling conflict, betrayals, and fractured alliances, she finally sat in the softly lit parlor of Dante’s villa, the fire crackling low, her body tucked beneath a shawl while Dante paced near the window. His restlessness was obvious, but for Amara, the silence—his silence—was enough to calm her.But peace, she would soon discover, was not meant for her.The moment arrived so quietly, so unassumingly, that for a split second she almost mistook it for nothing more than weariness. A strange heaviness spread across her chest as she sipped from the glass of wine before her, its deep crimson color glinting faintly in the firelight. Her fingers, delicate and trembling, tightened around the stem of the glass.Her breath hitched. Something was wrong.Dante turned just then, as though sensing the shift in
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The silence after Lorenzo’s defeat was thick, unnatural, like the world itself was holding its breath. Amara stood among the wreckage, her boots crunching over shattered glass and scattered shell casings, her chest rising and falling with the ragged rhythm of someone who had tasted blood—and wanted more.The ambush had been brutal, but she had turned it around, turned Lorenzo’s trap into his coffin. Now his body lay slumped in the corner of the warehouse, eyes wide open in a permanent mask of disbelief. The remaining loyalists had either fled or been executed on the spot. And through it all, Amara felt… calm. Too calm.Dante would have raged, would have dragged Lorenzo’s corpse through the streets as a warning. But Amara? She didn’t need theatrics anymore. Her message was written in the silence that followed her footsteps, in the way men avoided her eyes now, in the way they whispered her name with reverence edged in fear.She was no longer just Dante’s widow. She was becoming someth
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