Beneath the Ashen Sky

Beneath the Ashen Sky

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Ongoing5h 6m

Last published Mon, Jun 2, 2025

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Krishna Lawrence Ivanov, the youngest member of a ruthless Russian mafia family. She was never meant to rule, but fate has never played by the rules. Bound by blood to a family that thrives in the shadows, she walks the fine line between duty and desire, power and ruin. In Manila, a man challenges the walls she's built. In the heart of her enemy, a liar guards her with unwavering devotion. And in the empire she could claim, a throne awaits-if she is willing to stand alone. But in a world where loyalty is a currency and betrayal is inevitable, the question is not who she will choose-it's what she is willing to sacrifice.

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