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Chapter 217

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Elena’s fingers went cold.

No caption. No timestamp. No sender.

But she knew.

Because years ago, before everything burned, before names became liabilities and survival became a skill, there had been a language only two people spoke.

Phantom Wolf had taught it to her under the guise of strategy.

“Words get intercepted,” he’d said then, moving a knight across the board. “Patterns don’t.”

She stared at the board.

The placement was wrong. Intentionally wrong.

A bishop sacrificed too early. A queen held back when she should have advanced.

It wasn’t a move meant to win.

It was a move meant to signal.

I see you.

Her throat tightened.

The image vanished a second later, the message self destructing as if it had never existed. Her phone returned to its home screen, innocent and blank.

Elena let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

So he knew.

Not suspected. Not assumed.

Knew.

He knew she’d figured it out. That the Phantom Wolf wasn’t a ghost or a convenient shadow to blame chaos
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  • The Ultimatum Wife   Chapter 217

    Elena’s fingers went cold.No caption. No timestamp. No sender.But she knew.Because years ago, before everything burned, before names became liabilities and survival became a skill, there had been a language only two people spoke.Phantom Wolf had taught it to her under the guise of strategy.“Words get intercepted,” he’d said then, moving a knight across the board. “Patterns don’t.”She stared at the board.The placement was wrong. Intentionally wrong.A bishop sacrificed too early. A queen held back when she should have advanced.It wasn’t a move meant to win.It was a move meant to signal.I see you.Her throat tightened.The image vanished a second later, the message self destructing as if it had never existed. Her phone returned to its home screen, innocent and blank.Elena let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.So he knew.Not suspected. Not assumed.Knew.He knew she’d figured it out. That the Phantom Wolf wasn’t a ghost or a convenient shadow to blame chaos

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    Senator Vauxhaul did not raise his voice.That was what made it worse.The noise of the memorial ebbed around them, grief murmuring softly through the hall like a tide held back by glass. Flowers, candles, the polite choreography of condolences. All of it felt distant now, irrelevant, as though the world had narrowed to the space between them.He looked at Mrs. Harrow for a long moment after she spoke.Not with shock. Not even with outrage.With decision.“You’re right about one thing,” he said at last, his tone level, almost conversational. “If Lysandra were your daughter, you would not accept what you just told me.”Mrs. Harrow’s fingers curled slowly at her side.“But you’re wrong about the rest,” Vauxhaul continued. “Very wrong.”She opened her mouth, instinctively, and he lifted a hand. Not sharply. Just enough.“No,” he said. “You’ve spoken. Now you’ll listen.”The authority in his voice was not political. It was paternal. Absolute.“This did not start with my daughter,” he wen

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