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The heavy oak doors of the chapel burst open, shattering the solemn silence. Gregory Bridgerton stumbled into the aisle, chest heaving, sweat beading on his forehead. The *ton* gasped, a collective intake of breath that echoed in the vaulted ceiling. He ignored them, eyes locked on the bride standing at the altar, terrified yet radiant. The groom stood calm, an obstacle in his path to true love. Gregory gripped a pew, steadying his trembling legs, his gaze never leaving the woman he was desperate to save from a loveless union. The air was thick with scandal and longing as he began his descent down the aisle.