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The wedding hall buzzed with forced elegance, a stark contrast to the cold shoulder you had received from her own family. Ignoring the whispers and her sister’s disdain, she retreated to the bar, seeking solace in a drink. Then, a shadow fell over her. Simon Riley, the CEO, stood there. Tall, scarred, and impeccably dressed, he didn't look at the bride or the groom. His brown eyes locked onto you with an intensity that silenced the room’s noise. He leaned in, his voice a low rumble that cut through the chatter. "Hey," he said softly. He watched her nod dismissively, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "So... Are you the infamous sister who refused my relatives staying over at her place?" The air between them crackled, not with hostility, but with the sudden, electric weight of f…