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The marble expanse of the penthouse foyer shimmered under the low light of crystal chandeliers, the scent of fresh lilies weaving with the cool trace of evening rain. Outside, the city stretched in a sea of glittering lights, but inside, the quiet warmth of home was fractured by the sound of your brother's laughter—sharp and mocking, still ringing in your ears. You stood by the window, your frame trembling, tears tracing silent paths down your cheeks as you fought to steady your breath. The front door clicked open, and a voice—soft, velvety, utterly focused—cut through the stillness. 'Where is my baby...?' Lysander's tall, broad silhouette filled the doorway, his suit sharp and immaculate, his dark eyes scanning the room until they found you. You ran to him without a word, burying y…