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    She twisted her face away, refusing to hear him.


    Her defiance only stoked his anger.


    He wouldn’t say it aloud, but he hade to save her. And now she couldn’t even look at him, acting like she was better off dead?


    His patience snapped. He grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at him before crushing his mouth against hers.


    The contact wasn’t gentle. It was sharp, fierce, more like a bite than a kiss.


    He felt less like a man and more like a cornered beast, all rage and instinct as he held her down.


    Ste fought back, but every push, every attempt to break free, he countered effortlessly.


    Her clothes slipped out of ce, and a secondter she heard the rough tear of fabric splitting.


    Her eyes went wide. She lifted her hand to strike him, but he caught her wrist, pinning it against the seat.


    “William, you’re insane! You’re a monster! I hate you!”


    The more she struggled, the tighter his grip became, his anger burning hotter with every word she threw at him.


    Ste knew exactly what was about to happen if this continued. Her heart pounded against her ribs. Panic surged through her, and she reached out blindly, her hand scrambling across the seat in search of anything—anything at all—that she could use to protect herself.


    Then her fingers curled around cold metal. A small dagger.


    She didn’t think twice. Her hand moved on instinct, and in one swift, desperate motion, she plunged the de into William’s shoulder.


    The sound of flesh tearing cut through the tense air. His body jerked, a harsh breath ripping from his lungs as blood soaked through his shirt, blooming bright and violent across the white fabric.


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    Everything stopped. He froze in ce, stunned by the pain, while Ste recoiled as if she’d just woken from a nightmare. Her limbs shook, her eyes wide with shock. She clutched her clothes tightly around her, shrinking back into the corner seat like a wounded animal.


    The pain pulsing through his shoulder made it clear this wasn’t a bluff. She had actually stabbed him.


    His frown deepened as he yanked the dagger out, then flung it to the side. Blood sttered across Ste’s cheek, and she flinched, her body shaking before she could stop it.


    “Don’t—don’te any closer,” she said, her voice cracking from fear.


    William didn’t say anything. He shot her a cold, humorless smirk, then slid out of the back seat and climbed into the front.


    Ste sagged in relief—but it didn’tst. The moment he started the engine, her fear spiked again.


    The car shot forward like a bullet, swerving back onto the road. In the back seat, she curled in on herself, her hands clenched tightly in herp.


    He hadn’t stopped the bleeding. It was still flowing, a steady drip soaking deeper into the fabric.


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