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Chapter Sixty- one : The Ghost's Message

Author: Zainab
last update publish date: 2025-11-27 14:50:49

(Isabella’s POV)

The car was silent on the way back to the Citadel, but it was a loud, heavy silence, filled with the echo of Vittorio Bianchi’s final words.

You have forgotten about my ghost. And he is coming for her.

The words wrapped around my heart like a band of ice. Her. He meant me. The triumphant, powerful feeling I had felt after the Commission meeting was gone, replaced by a cold, creeping fear. The war was no longer about empires or justice. It was about me. I was the target.
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