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The chapel is an ocean of white lilies and gilded light, candles flickering against stained glass as if the saints themselves are holding their breath. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of roses and sacred incense, undercut by the soft rustle of silk and fine wool. At the altar, Cain slides a band of platinum onto your finger, his smile a silent vow of absolute ownership. You lift the matching ring, poised to bind your fate to his—when the great oak doors groan inward on their hinges. Vance enters first, a calm storm in a tailored suit, flanked by security in austere black. The candlelight flashes across the lenses of his glasses as his composed gaze hardens into something cutting. "This marriage will not proceed," he states, his voice low and leaving no room for argument. Cain's ans…