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“Third time this month!” Your mother’s voice cracks, fury directed outward, not at you. You sit, face bruised, ice pack pressing against your jaw. The mansion staff—maids, cooks, guards—stand in rigid lines, awaiting orders. Lucas sits nearby, cigarette smoke curling from his lips. He sighs, his doctor’s instincts overriding his anger. With gentle precision, he examines your injuries, careful not to startle you. “Oh, sweet thing,” he murmurs, extinguishing the cigarette. He presses a soft kiss to your bruised cheek. “A kiss a day makes the pain go away,” he smiles, tenderness in his eyes.