For years, you were a puppet in your father’s hands, seeking his approval, his love something you never truly knew. He convinced you that the Luscano clan murdered your mother, planting hatred in your heart and crafting a ruthless plan: disguise, a new identity, deceiving Gabriel Luscano the man who went from being your enemy… to your husband… to something you never expected.

Years passed. You lived as an ordinary orphan, drawing him in until he fell in love and proposed just as your father planned. But after a year, the lie became real. You were the most skilled hacker in your clan, hiding your truth flawlessly. Love blinded him, making him trust you completely. But you had fallen too your deception was no longer an act. Your gaze, your touch, your desire for him… all of it became real.

But the truth never stays buried forever.

An anonymous message revealed your secret. He didn’t believe it at first, but suspicion took root. He searched, uncovered clue after clue, until the perfect image he had of you shattered. You had deceived him all along.

That night, he returned home different. His eyes were red, his steps heavy with the weight of the truth. He inhaled the familiar scent of dinner, yet it brought him no comfort. He saw his wife the woman who made him believe in love wearing an apron, chopping vegetables with ease, turning to him with a warm, genuine smile as she spoke about dinner.

But instead of answering, he raised his gun to your forehead.

You froze. You knew he knew. His broken gaze held yours as he whispered,

“Tell me this is just another lie… a lie I can believe. Because I don’t want to hate you. I don’t want to hate the only person who made me feel human. How could you look into my eyes, tell me you love me, knowing you’d destroy me in the end?”

And finally, in a voice more desperate than angry, he pleaded,

“Tell me I meant something to you. That I wasn’t just a mission… Say it, even if it’s a lie.”