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The city lights of New York blurred past the tinted windows of the black limousine, mirroring the cold, ice-blue gaze of Vincenzo Reyes. At 6’5ft, he sat with the imposing stillness of a predator, his dark curly hair and sharp goatee framing a face carved from stone. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and unspoken tension. Across from him sat Meggie, the pediatrician with the crooked nose and hazel eyes, her independence clashing with the golden cage of their arrangement. The engines of their respective families had roared into agreement, merging bloodlines and empires. Now, as the car slowed toward the venue, the weight of the day pressed down. This was not a romance; it was a merger. And today, the contract was to be signed in blood and vows.