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    Before she could finish, a waiter carrying a tray lost his bnce and stumbled toward her. A spray of icy champagne and crushed ice drenched her arm and shoulder, soaking her outfit and making her flinch at the cold.


    “Oh no, I’m terribly sorry! Are you alright?” the waiter blurted in a panic, rushing to grab napkins to help Ste dry her sleeve.


    Ste shook him off with a frown, her gaze fixed on her drenched clothes, frustration mounting. “Forget it. I’ll clean up in the restroom.”


    Without sparing Marc a single nce, she stood up and quickly made her way toward the restroom.


    Marc watched Ste’s figure disappear around the corner, a chillingly smug smile tugging at his lips. He lifted his champagne ss and took a leisurely sip, his eyes dark with determination.


    Inside the restroom, Ste dabbed at her dress, relieved that the champagne stain was nearly invisible.


    As she rinsed out the fabric, however, she suddenly felt a strange, powdery irritation tickle her nose. She sneezed several times, her brows furrowing. A slow, throbbing headache bloomed in her temples. Probably just stress, she told herself.


    After rinsing her dress, she sshed cold water on her face in hopes of clearing the exhaustion fogging up her mind. The shock of the cold gave her a quick jolt, but almost instantly, a fierce wave of dizziness swamped her senses.


    The room tilted. The lights above the sink stabbed like needles into her eyes. Ste clutched the marble countertop, fighting to stay upright, but her legs turned heavy and stiff—as though they didn’t belong to her.


    Panic shed through her. Something was wrong.


    Her lips parted to cry for help, but before a sound escaped, everything went ck. She copsed—only for two arms to catch her from behind as Marc’s syrupy-sweet voice murmured in her ear,


    “Stel, what’s wrong? Too tired? Don’t worry, I’ll take you home to rest.”


    She tried to shove him away, but her bodyy limp in his arms, useless. Herst conscious memory was the glittering crystal chandelier overhead… then, darkness swallowed her whole.


    She wasn’t sure how long she had been out. A scorching heat rolled through her veins, burning like wildfire under her skin.


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    The air carried a nauseating mix of cheap cologne and greasy food that made her stomach churn.


    Her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds. She tried to open them—failed. A strange heat pooled in her belly, coupled with a hollow ache that made her tremble.


    She’d been drugged. But… when?


    Marc?


    How had he managed to drug her?


    Her mind swirled, unable to grasp a single thought before it slipped away again.


    “I told you, Stel, you were always going toe back to me.” Marc’s low voice rasped beside her ear. Hot breath ghosted down her neck, making her skin crawl.


    Even in her foggy state, she felt his mmy fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse.


    No… please… no!


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