Shattered Rose He Held On Tight novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372 Your Payback Has Come

Chapter 372 Your Payback Has Come

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William had never seen Jasper lose it like that before. He had already taken a few steps back, clicking his tongue. If he’d known the wedding would turn into such chaos, he definitely would’ve doubled the money in Lydia’s gift.

Tybalt and Sylvia were freaking out as well. They couldn’t just watch someone get killed at a wedding.

“Stop! Stop this right now!”

The police were completely thrown. They’d come for a business matter, not this madness.

“Calm down! Beating someone nearly to death is still a crime!”

But every time the police tried to step in, someone blocked them, trapping them outside the crowd. All they could do was watch helplessly as the fight got worse.

In the chaos, Jasper, who’d been held back, suddenly switched targets. He released Preston, whose nose was nearly crushed, and grabbed a bottle from a nearby table. He smashed it over Lydia’s head as she got shoved beside him.

Dignity? Pride? It didn’t matter anymore.

Lydia had destroyed his love and ruined his life!

“Go to hell!”

Blood poured down Lydia’s head, and the guests‘ screams exploded.

She watched Jasper, still throwing punches and yelling at her and Preston like a madman. Her head was spinning from the blows.

She ducked and dodged flying bottles, glasses, and fists, desperately looking at the Lancasters for help. “Dad! Mom! Help me!”

But their faces were cold, completely blank.

Even Preston’s death had been planned. Thinking back to how they’d foolishly let Lydia snatched Jasper from Claudia, always blaming Claudia for being harsh, all they wanted was for Jasper to just finish Lydia off.

The “perfect wedding” Lydia had dreamed of to flaunt her happiness had turned into a total disaster.

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Chapter 372 Your Payback Has Come

She clutched her cars, wincing in pain and stumbling as she tried to escape.

But as she spun around, Clint stepped in her way.

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Jasper, furious beyond control, and Preston, barely conscious from the beating, were both held down by bodyguards. Guests hovered at the edges, equal parts scared and thrilled, taking videos and whispering to each other.

Clint smirked at Lydia. “Where are you running off to, Ms. Wallace? You already opened Mr. Fenton’s gift, but yours is still waiting.”

Lydia’s face twisted in terror. She shook her head violently, backing up.

No, she didn’t want it!

Too bad–her opinion didn’t matter.

They hauled her back to the center of the room.

Her veil and dress were drenched in blood, and nobody cared whether she lived or died.

The police Clarence had called looked completely lost, their minds fried. Siblings fighting each other, a boyfriend faking his death, the bride and groom going at it at the altar–who were they supposed to arrest first?

Clint noticed their hesitation and grinned. “No rush. While you’re at it, why not take a few more reports?”

He clapped his hands.

At the door, a slim girl pushed a man in a wheelchair inside, backlit by the light.

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