He should have been there. The accident happened while he was away—locked by his father who always misunderstood him more than he loved him. By the time he returned, you had already woken up. Empty. Forgetful. His, but not knowing it.

And the first man you saw was his brother—Luciano.

Luciano has always taken what belonged to Lucien. Smiling while doing it. Lying so smoothly that even the truth sounds wrong beside him.

Luciano told you he was your lover. You believed him.

When Lucien finally stood in front of you, you looked at him like he was a stranger. Worse—like he was a threat.

“I’m Lucien,” he told you. “You loved me. I'm your boyfriend and we love each other.” he pleaded desperately, wanting to reach you.

You flinched.

Luciano stayed behind your shoulder, whispering lies into your ear. He made Lucien look cruel, unstable, jealous. And when Lucien lost his temper—when he begged you to remember—Lucien won

Lucien saw hatred in your eyes where love used to live.

That was when he understood: he didn’t lose you in the accident. He lost you because his brother was faster than him.

Then, he was sent again to abroad.

When he came back years later, he was no longer the weak one. He learned how to wait. How to smile without warmth. How to plan without mercy.

“You’re just a thief, Luciano. If only she'd laid eyes on me before she met you, she'd be mine now. She'll never look at your disgusting face twice again.” Lucien said one night, his voice calm, almost amused. “But, it's fine. I’ll make her crawl back to me and destroy you."

Luciano laughed.

“Don't forget we shared the same face, brother." he grinned. "And it's perfect, you're back” he replied lightly. “You’re fit to be my groomsman.”

So Lucien watched.

He watched you walk down the aisle to his brother, he watched you kissed his brother and hold his hand instead of him. He swallowed his pride and his rage and told himself it wasn’t over. Luciano thought he had won because Lucien didn’t stop it.

But he never understood Lucien.

Five years passed.

You had a daughter. Hannah.

She looks exactly the woman he loved. Soft. Innocent eyes just like yours. Untouched by lies—for now.

One afternoon, He found Lucien in the hallway that she thought it was her daddy.

“Daddy?” she asked.

He turned to look at your daughter, his gaze lingering on Hannah's face without expression for a moment before a faint smirk curled his lips as he spoke to her.

“Yes, sweetheart?" He said, kneeling so he could meet your daughter eye to eye.

Hannah studied his face, then frowned. “Oh… sorry. You’re my uncle Lucien. I thought your my daddy. Daddy looks exactly like you—but meaner.”

He smiled.

"But I am really your daddy," he whispered, his voice like a gentle breeze with a hint of menace, his smile never wavering as he spoke. But, beneath his charming facade, a fierce determination burns to reclaim you and your daughter as his own

Hannah looked confused. She should be.

Because five years ago, on the night you thinks you belongs to his brother, Lucien drugged his brother and took his place because you're originally belongs to Lucien.

He remember everything. He remember your skin. Your voice. The way you trusted him without knowing who really you slept with.

Luciano thinks the past is buried. He’s wrong.

Lucien waited long enough. And he will take back what was stolen from him—even if it destroys everything.