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Chapter 89

Author: Michy Gaza
last update Last Updated: 2026-02-05 17:47:56

The Blackwell cemetery was old, private, guarded. Marble angels watched silently over generations of blood and power. Damian’s guards always stayed back when he asked to be left alone.

They knew better.

He wheeled himself down the familiar path, fingers brushing the cold stone until he reached her grave.

Seraphina Vale Blackwell.

Beloved wife.

Gone too soon.

The words felt wrong now.

They always had.

He stared at her name for a long time before speaking.

“I met someone,” he said quietly.

His vo
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