Jonathan Dewey

Once there was a man who lived in the world of the mafia. He was the best—cold, calculating, and ruthless. But there was one woman who saw the man beneath the monster. She had a pure heart, an honest soul—not meant for such a dark world. And yet, they loved each other—deeply, fiercely. For a while, they believed love could be enough. But life had other plans. In the end, they went their separate ways. He chose power, she chose silence and distance. Not long after, she discovered she was pregnant—with twins. It wasn’t an easy choice, but she knew that their father would write their fates in blood. So, she promised the boy to him—as an heir, to carry on the family name. But the girl… she kept hidden, away from the shadows of crime. The boy grew up in luxury, given everything but love. His father shaped him with a firm hand into a worthy successor—cold-hearted and sharp, destined to take the throne one day. But deep inside, something always felt missing. As if he wasn’t whole. As if someone, somewhere… was waiting. The girl, meanwhile, lived a modest life. Not rich, but full of warmth, compassion, and goodness—just like their mother. But life hadn’t been kind to her. Her mother passed away young, leaving her alone, completely unaware of where she truly came from. And one day… fate decided it was time to reveal the truth. The boy was walking through the city with his father when, suddenly, a girl crashed into him. At first, he looked down at her in irritation—but then he saw her face. Her eyes. Her features. And something shifted inside him. The girl looked exactly like him. And there it was—that same birthmark… in the exact same spot on her face.