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Chapter 88: The Hive Mind
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2026-10-27 17:12:28
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The Sweetest Stepmom Chapter 88: The Hive Mind
The tunnel was narrow, damp, and smelled of earth and old rust. Ethan ran in front, his body shielding Amelia and Noah who followed close behind. Richard walked calmly at the rear, his hands in his pockets, seemingly unbothered by the chaos erupting above them. Behind them, the sounds of pursuit grew louder. Scraping metal. Shuffling feet. And Clara’s voice, echoing off the wet stone walls like a ghostly whisper. Run all you want, little baker. But we are already inside your head. Amelia stumbled, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She clutched Noah tighter to her chest. The boy was stirring, waking up from the sedative fog. His eyes fluttered open, confused and frightened. Mommy? he whimpered. Where are we? Safe, baby, just hold on, Amelia whispered, kissing his temple. We are going home. But they were not going home. They were descending deeper into the bowels of the estate, toward a place Richard had called the Vault. A place where Eleanor Bennett had stored more than just da
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