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Chapter One Hundred and Three: The House That Bleeds
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2025-07-16 17:35:26
Jhumie_writesThis chapter was one of the hardest to write emotionally, because it marks a turning point for Emilia. She’s no longer just surviving inside Lucien’s world. She’s stepping into its shadows, demanding space in the war that’s been waged around her. Powerfully. Unapologetically. That quiet strength? That refusal to stay sidelined? That is her weapon now. And for Lucien… the war isn’t just external anymore. It’s in his own home. In his guilt. In the woman beside him who refuses to break even when he does. The house may be bleeding, but it hasn’t collapsed. Not yet. Thank you for reading, and for holding space for these messy, complicated, haunted characters. Chapter 104 is coming soon, and trust me… it’s going to cut even deeper. 💔🖤 —With fire and ink, JW
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