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Chapter One Hundred And Two: A Knife at Our Backs
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2025-07-11 20:20:50
Jhumie_writesThe cracks are no longer invisible, Lucien and Emilia’s sanctuary has been breached, and the danger is no longer just outside their gates. It’s in their walls. In their bed. Watching. This chapter marks a shift in the war: from the streets to the shadows inside the estate. Trust is fraying, the stakes are climbing, and the cost of love might be exposure. Thank you for staying with me through every twist and betrayal. The next chapters will test everything, allegiances, sanity, and the price of power. Who do you think the traitor is? —XO, JW 🖤
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