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Chapter Seventy-Seven : The First Ghost

Author: Zainab
last update publish date: 2025-12-04 15:49:10

(Alessandro’s POV)

The walk from the war room to the secure medical bay on the sub-level of the Citadel was the longest of my life. The plan was cold, calculated, and cruel. I was about to use my own father, a man I had just discovered was alive, as a weapon against his co-conspirator. It was a move straight from my father’s own playbook, and the bitter irony of it was a poison in my veins.

Isabella walked beside me, her steps silent, her presence a warm, steady comfort in the cold, steri
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