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    Every now and then, his eyes drifted toward the entrance, uncertain whether he wanted to see William walk in or remain absent.


    At the main table, Lance’s gaze never left the stage. Watching his sister being handed over to Marc, his jaw stayed tense, his brow furrowed with unease.


    The ceremony unfolded smoothly. When it came time for the rings, Marc slid the diamond band onto Ste’s finger with care, his eyes soft and devoted as he did so.


    Ste returned the gesture, her fingers trembling slightly. The instant their skin met, a sharp sting coursed through her mind. She forced herself to keep smiling, pretending nothing had happened.


    Before them, the priest spoke in a calm, reverent tone. “Mr. Marc Walsh, do you take Miss Ste Russell to be yourwful wife, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”


    Marc answered without a pause, his voice ringing with conviction as he gazed into Ste’s eyes. “I do.”


    Satisfied, the priest gave a slow nod, then turned toward Ste and repeated the vow.


    A hush fell over the ballroom. Every guest held their breath, waiting for Ste’s reply.


    Ste drew in a quiet breath, her lips parting as the first syble trembled at the edge of her voice.


    Just as the word “I” was about to leave her mouth, the grand double doors of the ballroom burst open with a thunderous crash.


    The sudden sound shattered the moment, snapping every head toward the entrance.


    A flood of sunlight streamed through the open doors, outlining the figure of a tall man standing in the re.


    Though his face was hidden by the light, the force of his presence filled the room. A heavy,manding energy rolled off him, sweeping through the hall and stripping away the warmth of the ceremony, leaving only a chilling silence in its wake.


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    William appeared beneath the light, his ck tailored suit sharp against the brightness. Without a tie and with the top buttons of his shirt undone, he carried a reckless sort of danger that drew every eye.


    His stride was steady and deliberate, each stepnding with a heavy, rhythmic sound that seemed to echo straight through the hall.


    The light slowly sharpened until his face came into view. His eyes, sharp and unyielding like a hawk’s on its prey, remained locked on Ste, radiant in her pure white wedding gown.


    When the guests recognized who had entered, the entire hall froze. Shock rippled through the crowd as uneasy murmurs began to spread from table to table.


    Everyone in Choria knew the head of the Briggs Group. So why had William shown up?


    Could he really havee to ruin the wedding?


    Only a month before, Ste had been meant to wed William—a story that had shaken all of Choria. The ceremony had copsed spectacrly, with neither bride nor groom ever appearing. And now, as Ste stood beside Marc, William had arrived out of nowhere. His sudden appearance felt deliberate, almost defiant, as though he meant to upend everything once again.


    Ste stood motionless as the unfamiliar man drew near. A sudden ache pierced her chest for reasons she couldn’t exin. It was as if an unseen hand gripped her heart, leaving her gasping for air.


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