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Chapter Eighty: We Face This Together

作者: Zainab
last update 公開日: 2025-12-06 21:23:40

(Isabella’s POV)

The name glowed on the screen in the dark war room, a monstrous and unbelievable truth that stole the air from my lungs. The Lazarus Program.

Lazarus. The man who was brought back from the dead.

My mind, which had been reeling from one impossible revelation after another, finally landed on the full, horrifying scope of what we were facing. This was not a simple war of revenge. Liliana Moretti was not just a criminal mastermind. She was a monster playing God. For twenty-
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