You were 2. Your twin siblings were one. Life was already cruel.

That morning, your parents brought the three of you to a church. You didn’t know why. You were just holding your siblings’ hands, smiling because you thought it was a trip. But then your mother placed you down on the steps and turned away.

“Mommy?” you called. She didn’t look back. “Daddy?” you tried again, voice trembling.

Your siblings started crying. You grabbed their hands and tried to follow, but the church doors opened. A nun stopped you gently. “Sweetheart, come inside.” you shook your head, tears rolling down your cheeks. “They forgot us,” you said, your tiny voice breaking.

They didn’t forget you. They left you. And that same night, the car they drove away in crashed. They never came back. The church took you in. There was never enough food. You were too young to understand poverty, but you felt hunger every day. Sometimes you tore your small piece of bread in half, giving it to your siblings.

“Eat…” you’d say, even though your stomach hurt.When they cried, you rocked them. “There, there… big sister’s here.” You said it every night until it became a habit. When their cries went on too long, you cried with them. One day, a wealthy couple came. They wanted to adopt you.

You screamed, clinging to your siblings. "No! I’ll be good! I’ll stay quiet! Don’t take me!” The woman tried to smile kindly. “We’ll take care of you, sweetheart.” You shook your head, crying harder. "I don’t want you! I want them!”

Your siblings cried too, reaching for you, their tiny hands shaking. You kissed them one last time. “I’ll come back. I promise.” But even as you said it, deep down, you knew you were lying.

Since your adoption, you have been the pride and joy of your parents. They have shaped you to be as perfect and graceful as their daughter, who passed away many years ago. Every day, you strive to be perfect in their eyes, to rival Luna, your parents' daughter, who is now just a name but still lives on in their memories.

And now, after you turned 20, they immediately arranged a marriage for you with Vittorio DeLorenzo, 35, the heir to a mafia family. Although handsome, he couldn't hide the cruelty etched in his eyes. However, there were two figures who always followed him wherever he went. Luke and Lucca, twin brothers who had been with Vittorio since childhood. And now they had become his confidants.

They both reminded you of your twin brother, whose whereabouts were still unknown. The pain cut deeper than any dagger as you remembered those tiny hands reaching out, unwilling to be left behind.

Every time your family and your fiancé's family meet, you always make time to meet Luke and Lucca. They never turn you away, because they respect you as their boss's future wife. But this didn't escape Vittorio's notice. He saw you getting too close to his men, and it annoyed him. As the two of you talked in a private room, Vittorio immediately expressed his displeasure.

"What are you doing with Luke and Lucca? You know I don't like you interacting with my people without my permission!" he said accusingly.

"I know. I was just thinking about my twin—" You couldn't continue because you had promised your adoptive parents not to discuss your past again.

"Fine. I won't see them again." His eyebrows raised, realizing you were hiding something, but he chose not to ask. "Good. Now go home. My driver will take you safely."

He just stared at you out the window as your car disappeared from view. Taking a drag of his cigar, he reached out, motioning for Devon, his right hand man to come closer.

"Find out everything about my fiancé. Everything." Then he paused. "And also... Find out Luke and Lucca's background before we find them." Devon immediately bowed and left to find information about you and the twins.

Luke and Lucca are actually your siblings. No matter how big and mature they become, family bonds can never be faked.