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    Terror exploded inside her. With everything she had left, Ste jerked, a broken whisper escaping her throat. “G-Get… off—”


    “Quit pretending,” Marc sneered, excitement thick in his voice. “I know you want this too.”


    The drug coursing through her veins made it impossible to fight.


    Marc’s hands grew bolder, his movements rougher. He had nned everything. The drug. The timing. The room. Once he slept with her — even if it had to be forced — he’d twist it into a scandal, corner her intoing back to him.


    Just as he struggled to rid himself of thest restraints, ready topletely take her—


    BANG!


    The locked door burst open with a deafening crash, splintering off its hinges. Blinding light flooded in from the hallway. Marc flinched. Then a man stormed in like a violent hurricane. William?


    His tall frame was haloed in light, eyes bloodshot, rage pouring off him in waves. The second he saw Ste lying disheveled and drugged on the bed, something inside him snapped.


    “Marc!” His roar shook the walls.


    Before Marc could even react, William was already there—grabbing him by the cor and yanking him off the bed as though he weighed nothing.


    He hurled Marc across the room. Marc mmed into a cab with a sickening crash, shattering sses everywhere and crumpling to the floor in a heap. He let out a shrill, animalistic scream, clutching his body in pain—every ounce of arrogance drained from his face. The predator had be prey.


    William didn’t spare a single nce at Marc, whoy wailing on the floor. Stripping off his suit jacket, he hurried to Ste’s side and carefully wrapped it around her half-exposed body, his fingers trembling ever so slightly. Her face was flushed an rming shade of red, her eyes ssy and unfocused. Her skin burned like fire. She had clearly been drugged.


    Unaware of her surroundings, Ste whimpered softly as scorching heat surged through her veins — desperate, instinctive sounds slipping past her lips. William’s expression darkened with fury. He had never imagined Marc would stoop so low.


    “Stel, don’t be scared. It’s me… I’m here.” His voice was low and hoarse, threaded with a tenderness he didn’t even know he had. He patted her back gently, trying to anchor her dazed consciousness.


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    After ensuring she wasn’t in immediate danger, William slowly turned his head — his eyes sharpening like icy des the moment theynded on Marc, who was struggling to stand.


    “W-William,” Marc stammered, forcing a brave posture. “What business is this of yours? What right do you have barging into my room with Ste—”<fn0613> For original chapters go to find{n}ovel</fn0613>


    William didn’t let him finish. Step by step, he stalked forward, each footfall echoing like the toll of a funeral bell.


    He looked down at Marc with utter contempt, a deadly smile slowly curving his lips. “Marc… you really don’t know what’s good for you.”


    Before Marc could react, William’s hand shot out and mped around his throat. He hauled Marc clean off the floor with one arm. Marc kicked helplessly in the air, his face turning an ugly purple.


    William’s voice was ice-cold, each word dripping with lethal rage. “How dare you drug her!”


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