for what his dad did to their mum discovers a long-forgotten document that reveals a shock

ral location, under false pretenses. He claims there's going to be a peace treaty signing between the Mon

l that's about to be dropped. Giuliano, with a smug expression, reveals

ryone feared to say has

he room. They lock eyes, Lady Isabella resists him, he then sent one of his servant to call her for a conversation but the lady ignored because she's f

her to a forest on her way home and ass

by an eye witness and dec

elegant gown torn, her mask missing, her eyes void of the sparkle she h

ys, and judgmental glances from the nobility. But none of that compared to the shame and pain Isabella c

left with rage, anger, betrayal and vengeance for the Montague and they decid

ilence filled the room like a scream. Isabella clutched her stomac

y to pray for a way out. But there, an old priest-Father Renzo-approached her gently and said, "Child,

nted the firs

nt. No laughter from the gardens, no music from the harps. Only the

rom the newborn girl, then a few m

. never opened

breath was

... even from

eless hand of the daughter he once tried to protect with pride, not love. Lady Isadora Capulet, h

black-haired, sharp-featured, a reflection of L

. His heir. His

ra's protests, the

ed the baby boy in Isabella's old shawl, pinned a note t

yours b

if you ha

im into this world-may tha

ouse of

here-he had fled in disgrace before the child was born, exiled by royal decree. His elder brother,

d. He is innocent

aise him as my own and no one in this family should ever break the news of h

of light -in a bitter echo of his twin si

n of the same womb, w

ceful, was taught poise, t

w up surrounded by duty and

knew of

t document lying between them. The words "long-los

nial. "This can't be true

wn her cheeks. "What does this mean? Are w

in anguish. "I don't know.

ushing them. Luca's mind reeled with questions. How could th

a tried to comfort her, but he felt numb, like

sense of guilt and shame. They had betrayed

h tears. "I need some time to process

ce trembled.

true that he is not his real father with his eyes filled wit

ed " So you are not

d with tears "Yes son , I'm not your bi

ly, whilst Sophie was broken and was

valry-it was vengeance, pain, and betrayal etched in blood? Lucas and Sophie struggled to come to terms with their newfound bond, not just as lovers, but as siblings. E

gether while everything inside her was falling apart. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. Twin.

ke a lie. The man he had looked up to-his father-was no hero. He was a monst

d, her voice hollow. "A cruel one. Like I'

I could undo it all. I wish we were just... you and me.

back, can we? Every memory we had-it's all stained now. We were

know. We didn't choose how we were bor

still do. But now, when I look at you, I don't know who you are to me anymore. My broth

You're still Sophie. I'm still Lucas. We are what we are..

only thing that made me feel alive in a world full of hate

old it-two souls clinging to the only piece of truth tha

o now?" she a

truth. And maybe... one day, we learn to live again. Not as lovers. Not even as sibli

t like it was in pieces. There was no easy wa

th the wreckage of everything th

oes of a past Sophie could no longer trust. She stood at the gate, her fingers b

im like a curse. He wasn't here as a Montague, or even as her

d softly, her voice nearly lost to the

cas replied. "Now it

traight, her hands clasped tightly around a glass of wine she ha

er voice was firm. "W

ut no sound came. Her gaze shifted to

m here?" she wh

ped. "Your grandson. The one you le

ward. "I didn't come to fight you. I c

That I lived with the face of my daughter's rapist in my granddaughter's eyes

p strangers, Lucas and I. We fell in love, and yo

as I supposed to do? Destroy you both with

low but steady.

t bear to raise him. Not when you looked so much like

ng and aching. The air felt heav

as, her voice barely

nt. "The truth didn't kill us. The lies nea

it was guilt, or grief, or something el