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Chapter 75: The Game Tightens

作者: Zayden Noir
last update publish date: 2026-06-12 20:03:05

The message lingered on the screen long after the vibration stopped. Tick tock. Aria didn’t need sound to feel the threat behind it. It wasn’t just a warning. It was a countdown.

She lowered the phone slowly, her gaze lifting to meet Lucien’s. The air between them had changed again — not with distance this time, but with awareness. Clarity. The kind that only came when fear sharpened into focus.

Elias wasn’t watching from afar anymore. He was inside the game. And
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