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Chapter Eighty-Seven: His Queen In the Ashes
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2025-06-12 22:42:05
Jhumie_writesI poured everything into this chapter, blood, fire, and survival. Emilia didn’t just walk through the flames… she became them. This was always her destiny, not to be saved, but to rise. Not to be hidden behind a man like Lucien, but to stand beside him. Bruised. Barefoot. Unbroken. If you’ve made it this far, thank you for taking this journey with me through every betrayal, every kiss, and every bullet. Emilia is no longer the girl who was sold, she is the queen who took back her power. And Lucien? He’s learning that love doesn’t mean caging something wild. It means bleeding beside it. The next chapters will shift, but the war is far from over. Power comes with enemies. Stay with me. The fire’s only just begun. 🔥 With all my heart, JW
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