When the head doctor strapped me to the electric shock bed, he didn’t forget to humiliate me. "Do you think Lucas was good to you because he liked you? What a joke. If it weren’t for your parents’ lives, you wouldn’t even have the chance to serve him on your knees!"
That was when I learned the truth about the accident. And I understood my true place in Lucas’s heart.
I was an orphan.
When I was ten, my parents died in a car accident. It was then that the Specter took me in. Dad brought my bloodied, trembling self to a teenage Lucas and solemnly introduced me, saying, "From now on, he is your brother."
Lucas looked at me with a tenderness I had never known, promising to take care of me forever. From that moment, I clung to him with every fiber of my being. He didn't break his promise—he pampered me, loved me and indulged me.
Over the years, he gave me everything I wanted and my innocent dependence on him grew into a deep, consuming love. I loved him so intensely that I couldn't imagine a future without him. People whispered that I was a toad lusting after a swan, that I was repaying kindness with betrayal, even disregarding the sanctity of familial bonds.