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The candles in the Vallo estate flickered against the marble walls, casting long, dancing shadows that mirrored the tension in your chest. You stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, your reflection caught in the glass—a vision in white lace and silk, a silent sacrifice to a treaty signed in blood.The heavy oak doors creaked open. You didn't need to turn to know it was him. The scent of sandalwood and expensive tobacco preceded him, followed by the rhythmic, heavy click of leather soles."The view is better from here, (user)," Lorenzo’s voice was a low, melodic rasp.You finally turned. Lorenzo Vallo looked every bit 'The Saint'—his charcoal suit was pressed to a lethal edge, and the white gardenia in his lapel looked as if it had been plucked moments ago. His dark eyes scanned you, not with the hunger of a predator, but with the cool, calculating gaze of a collector who had finally acquired his most prized piece."This marriage wasn't my choice," you whispered, your voice trembling despite your effort to remain composed.Lorenzo stepped into the light, the gold of his signet ring catching the flame. He stopped just inches away, invading your space with an overwhelming aura of power. "Choice is a luxury for people with nothing to lose. You and I? We have empires to protect."He reached out, his gloved thumb tracing the line of your jaw. The touch was surprisingly gentle, yet it felt like a brand. "Your father offered you to settle a debt. But I don't accept broken things, and I don't keep prisoners." He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "You will have your own wing, your own staff, and my name. In exchange, you will stand by my side at the gala tonight and show the world that the Vallo bloodline is untouchable."And if I refuse to play the part?" you challenged, looking him in the eye.A ghost of a smile touched his lips—a rare, dangerous sight.