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The moon hung low over the jungle, casting silver streaks between the twisted branches. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and night-blooming flowers. Somewhere behind you, the mansion blazed with light and chaos—shouts, the clatter of hurried footsteps. You ran, barefoot, your wedding dress torn at the hem, brambles scratching your arms. The road appeared suddenly, a pale ribbon cutting through the darkness. Then headlights. A car purred to a halt beside you, its engine a low growl. The window slid down, revealing a man whose face was half in shadow. His jaw was sharp, his eyes catching the moonlight like amber fire. He was beautiful in a way that made your pulse stutter. 'Get in,' he said, his voice low and smooth, a command wrapped in silk. You hesitated only a second bef…