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    Josie and Sharon rushed forward, stepping before him, their faces tight with rm. “William, what are you doing? Let her go! Can’t you see you’re hurting her?”


    His jaw clenched, anger snapping back like a whip. “Move!” he barked.


    These people had absolutely nothing to do with what happened between him and Ste.


    Steven, realizing the chaos unraveling before the stunned guests, quickly intervened, his voice urgent but steady. “William, stop! This is a wedding. If you have something to say, say it calmly. If you drag her out now, you’ll make yourself the city’s biggest scandal!”


    As if they weren’t already. But this… this would seal it.


    William turned a cial stare on him, his tone ice-cold. “I said, get out of my way.”


    Steven froze, taken aback by the raw force of his defiance.


    Ste’s eyes shimmered with tears as she struggled against him. “Josie, Sharon, help me! I don’t even know him. Who is he?”


    That single sentence hit William like a de to the chest. His fury twisted into something darker, his lips curling into a grim, dangerous smile. “You don’t know me?” he echoed, his voice low and lethal.


    Before anyone could move, he seized her by the waist, lifting her effortlessly and throwing her over his shoulder.


    Ste gasped, pounding weakly against him, but he didn’t slow. He strode straight for the exit, his expression unreadable.


    The hall fell silent, the weight of shock pressing down on everyone.


    The broken melody of the wedding march hung in the air, mocking and hollow.


    Marc stood frozen, his face contorted with rage and disbelief—his wedding reduced to a farce before his very eyes.


    Sharon stormed up to him, fury zing, and pped him hard across the face. “Didn’t you say you’d protect her? The moment William appears, you stand there doing nothing while he drags her away? Are you even a man? Is this what you call love?”


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    Marc stood frozen, words caught in his throat, unable to defend himself.


    Because it was true—he had been afraid of William, too terrified to go after Ste.


    Josie gripped Sharon’s arm, her voice low but urgent. “Arguing with him won’t help. What matters now is finding Stel. In William’s state, there’s no telling what he might do to her.”


    To William, Ste was still the woman who betrayed him.


    No one could guess what he was capable of next.


    Josie and Sharon hurried over to Steven, both of them pale. “Do you know where William might have taken her?”


    Steven frowned, uncertainty flickering across his face. He didn’t have an answer.


    Josie’sposure cracked. “You’re supposed to be his best friend! Don’t you know where he’d go?”


    Steven exhaled shakily. “I swear, I don’t. But don’t panic—I’ll have someone track his car right now. We’ll find them, I promise. Just hang tight.”


    His voice tried to sound steady, but his trembling hands betrayed him as he pulled out his phone.


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