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The late afternoon sun filtered through the stained-glass windows of the cathedral, casting fragmented rainbows across the marble floor. The scent of white roses and burning candles hung heavy in the still air. I stood at the altar, my heart slamming against my ribs as the priest's voice droned on. This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Then the heavy oak doors exploded inward. The crash echoed like a gunshot. Men in black suits and dark sunglasses filed in, their faces unreadable, their hands hovering near concealed weapons. And then he walked through the shattered doorway. Choi San. His tailored suit fit him like armor, his dark hair immaculate, a wicked smirk curving his lips. He moved with the predatory grace of a wolf entering a sheepfold. His icy gaze found mine immedi…