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Chapter Ninety: Blood on the Walls

Penulis: Jhumie_writes
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-18 16:09:05
The estate was eerily quiet in the morning light. Soft golden beams cut through cracked windows and dust, highlighting the chaos that had ravaged the night before. Ash still clung to the walls. Blood darkened the crevices between marble tiles. And yet, for the first time in days, silence reigned.

Lucien was still asleep.

Emilia stood at the edge of the bed, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. His face, usually so sharp, so commanding, was softened in sleep. There was a bruise blooming along his jaw. Dried blood streaked his arms. But in rest, he looked peaceful. Human.

He needed the sleep. She wouldn’t wake him.

So she slipped away silently, careful not to rouse him, and pulled his discarded shirt over her bare skin. It dwarfed her, hanging past her knees, but it smelled like him, smoke and citrus and war.

Her bare feet made no sound as she stepped into the ruined hall. Most of the estate was still dark, quiet, and bleeding. Broken vases. Shattered glass. Burned wallpaper.
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Emilia’s transformation continues, not just as Lucien’s partner, but as a figure of power within the estate. This chapter marks a pivotal moment in her evolution: from survivor to symbol. The way the staff now look at her, the blood she can’t wash off, and her quiet decision to let Lucien rest while she carries the weight, these are signs that she’s stepping into a role. Julio’s return brings a new storm. The discovery of a possible mole inside the estate threatens everything they just fought to protect. The next chapter will peel back layers of betrayal, and Emilia, once again, will find herself caught in the fire. Stay with me, what’s coming will change everything.

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