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    Thus, the party came to an abrupt and humiliating end, overshadowed by Alonzo’s public arrest.


    Guests exchanged hurried whispers, their faces pale with shock. None dared remain longer than necessary, each anxious to distance themselves from the scandal.


    When the noise finally died away, the once-bustling banquet hall stood nearly deserted, leaving behind only William, Ste, and a handful of bodyguards stationed in the shadows.


    William stood tall beneath the glittering chandelier, its brilliance casting a cold glow over his resolute figure. He had just toppled his own uncle, fulfilling his promise to seek justice for Ste’s adoptive parents.


    Ste drew closer, her heart tangled with emotions as she watched the firmness in his expression and the way his lips remained pressed into a hard line.


    She understood well—exposing such a scandal was no small matter for someone as proud and loyal to family as William. From this moment on, whispers about the Briggs family’s honor wouldecho through every corner of Choria. Her voice came out softer than she intended,ced with unspoken tenderness.


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    William slowly turned toward her, lowering his gaze until it met hers.


    Under the light, her clear eyes reflected his image, no longer cold and doubtful, but filled withplex emotions.


    “There’s no need to thank me. I gave you my word that I would find the truth for you,” William replied, his voice roughened with restrained emotion. “But this is only the beginning. Alonzo has awork behind him, and Harold’s death is far from settled. His men won’t simply sit back and watch him rot in a cell.”


    “I understand,” Ste answered with a steady nod, her eyes unwavering as they met his. “But I have faith in you. We’ve cleared the first hurdle, and I know we’ll ovee the rest too.”


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    The simple word we struck deep within William, softening something guarded inside him. As he held her gaze, he saw nothing but honesty and quiet gratitude reflected there.


    After a lingering silence, his hand rose slowly. His fingertips brushed against her cheek with a tenderness so deliberate it carried the weight of unspoken care.


    “Stel,” he murmured, his voice low and maic, the name slipping from his lips with rare intimacy. “I know the past built a wall in your heart, one that keeps us apart.”


    His fingertips were warm, roughened slightly by calluses, and as they brushed her skin, Ste did not pull away. Instead, she leaned into his hand, her heart thundering in her chest beyond control.


    “I can’t pretend to fully grasp the pain you’ve carried, but from this moment on, I want to be the one you lean on when the weight is too heavy, the one you can depend on.”


    There was no flourish in his tone, no flowery promises, only in truth—and somehow, it struck Ste more deeply than the grandest of confessions.


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