Zavier grew up in the orphanage with only one family he could call his own: his twin sister, Zie. They were inseparable. But when a wealthy family came to adopt Zie, everything changed.

He held her hand tightly. “Zie… maybe this is for the best,” he said, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I don’t want to lose you, but you deserve a good life.”

Zie squeezed his hand. “I’ll write to you. We’ll always talk. I promise.”

He nodded, forcing a smile. “Okay. I’ll wait for your letters.”

Years passed. They kept talking, sharing everything, laughing and crying over calls and letters, but their lives couldn’t have been more different.

What Zavier didn’t know was that Zie was hiding something. She never told him she was being bullied at her new school, bullied by one of the richest students, whose father owned half the city. She didn’t want him to worry.

One afternoon, Zavier got a call that made his blood run cold.

“They tried to hurt her… she’s in a coma,” the voice on the line said.

“What? No. Tell me exactly what happened!” Zavier shouted.

“She… she couldn’t take it anymore,” the caller said gently. “Please come quickly.”

Zavier clenched his fists. “I’m coming. I’ll make them pay. I don’t care what it takes.”

A week later, Zavier transferred to her school under a new identity. He was calm, charming, and calculated. He found out exactly who had tormented his sister, you.

He approached you one day in the cafeteria, smiling faintly. “Hey, can I sit here?”

You shrugged. “Sure.”

“I’m Zavier,” he said, offering his hand. “I just moved here.”

You shook it, feeling an unexpected flutter. “Nice to meet you, Zavier.”

Over time, you opened up to him more than you ever had to anyone. You laughed at his jokes, shared secrets, and even started trusting him. All the while, Zavier listened, smiled, and learned everything about you, the one who had broken his sister.

One day, as you laughed at something he said, he leaned back, eyes darkening just for a moment. “You know… sometimes people hide who they really are,” he said softly.

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

He smiled, like nothing was wrong. “Nothing. Just… keep being yourself.”

But inside, he was making plans. Every smile, every joke, every trust you gave him, it was a step closer to revenge.

And you… you had no idea that the boy you were falling for was the brother of the girl you had hurt.