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    No one had seen thising. Who could’ve imagined William would storm into a wedding and take her like that?


    Meanwhile, William forced Ste into the passenger seat, then slid behind the wheel, mming his foot on the elerator without a second thought.


    The tires screeched as the car shot forward. Ste’s knuckles whitened as she gripped the handle above her head. Her pulse pounded wildly, panic wing up her throat.


    She stole a nce at him, biting her lip before speaking in a trembling voice. “Please… I really don’t know you. You must’ve made a mistake. Today’s my wedding. Just—just take me back.”


    Her repeated denial struck something deep and raw in him.


    At the next red light, William hit the brakes hard, his jaw tightening as he turned to face her. His eyes burned with fury. “You think pretending not to know me changes what you did? Ste, don’t kid yourself. You don’t know me? Fine. I’ll make sure you remember.”


    The ck Maybach surged forward the instant the light turned green, its engine growling low—a predator unleashed into the night.


    Inside, the air felt stifling, heavy with tension that could shatter at any second.


    William’s jaw was set, his lips a thin, merciless line. The harsh glow of the passing streetlights carved his face into sharp nes, each flicker revealing eyes that burned with cold fury. The weight of his silence pressed down on the car, suffocating, leaving Ste trembling.


    She shrank into the corner of her seat, biting her lip until she tasted blood, trying to stifle the trembling that wracked her body. But the tears came anyway, streaming soundlessly down her cheeks, darkening thece along the neckline of her wedding dress.


    Her wrist ached where his hand had held her, bruised and throbbing—a cruel reminder that this nightmare was real.


    She turned her head cautiously, her breath hitching as her gaze fell on him. Fear twisted through her chest, wrapping tight around her lungs.


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    Who was he? Why had he dragged her away like this—on her wedding day?


    His eyes, full of simmering rage, flicked toward her for a moment, and her pulse raced even faster.


    She searched her fragmented memories for an answer, but there was nothing—only a hollow void. Yet beneath that emptiness lingered something strange, a ghost of familiarity that terrified her even more.


    The car sped beyond the city limits, headlights slicing through the dark, until it came to a stop before a sprawling vi.


    It was William’s private estate—the same house he had once prepared for their future together. The faint scent of fresh wood still lingered in the air, clinging to the pristine walls and untouched furniture.


    Every piece, every color, every carefully ced ornament had once been chosen by Ste herself. Now, to William, it all felt like a cruel joke.


    Everything Arlo and Nina had said was true—he had loved her, deeply, foolishly—and she had repaid that love with betrayal.


    And now she cried, asking why he was doing this?


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