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Chapter One Hundred and Seven : Two Fronts

Author: Zainab
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-01-01 16:02:03

(Isabella’s POV)

The moment I ended the call with Sofia, the war room, which had been holding its breath, let out a collective, quiet sigh of relief. I looked at the faces of Alessandro’s men, at Lucian and the others, and I saw a new look in their eyes. The last traces of doubt were gone, replaced by a grudging, hard-won respect. I was not just their king’s weakness. I was his queen.

Alessandro was the first to move. He came to me, his long strides closing the distance between us in a he
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