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Chapter 11: The First Vow

Author: Fillani Putri
last update publish date: 2026-04-28 22:14:20

"The first one, darling. The one Eleanor paid to 'die' so Lucien could have his prize. Did you really think an Ardent would let you have a past they didn't own?"

The voice in the headset was a chilling symphony of nostalgia and malice. I froze, the medical shears in my hand trembling against Lucien’s blood-soaked bandages. The world inside the vibrating helicopter cabin seemed to tilt.

"Julian?" I whispered, the name tasting like copper and old regrets. "That’s impossible. You died in that fire
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