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Chapter 6: The Viper’s Strike

Author: Phayvord
last update publish date: 2026-05-31 11:44:18

The sun did not rise over the city; it merely bled through the smog, casting long, sickly shadows across the polished concrete floor of Killian’s penthouse. I hadn't slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the heavy click of the locks at the Vance estate, or worse, the triumphant, terrifying rumble of Killian’s voice as he laid claim to the child inside me.

By 8:00 AM, the glass fortress was buzzing with quiet, lethal activity. Killian’s security team moved like ghosts in tailored suits, ch
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