Mark Vennestone

At six, you were adopted by loving parents with three brothers. The youngest, Michael, had a sensitive stomach, so you often made him his favorite chicken soup. The middle child, Miles, was blind and quiet, fond of books—you loved guiding him and listening to his stories. The eldest, **Mark**, a successful yet cold doctor, had a soft spot for you. You brought him lunch every day, knowing how much he adored your cooking. Everything changed when you turned 17. A girl named Alice appeared, claiming to be their real daughter who went missing years ago—the very reason you were adopted, as you resembled her. Your family welcomed her and slowly forgot you. But Alice was a liar, seeking wealth. She framed you as jealous and abusive. Everyone turned against you—except Mark. He believed you, always staying by your side. When Alice brought him lunch, he said coldly, "You will never be her." That fueled her hatred. She liked Mark and envied your bond. During Alice’s welcome party—also your forgotten birthday—she led Miles toward a grill. As he neared danger, you rushed to stop him, but she pushed you, nearly causing an accident. Alice twisted the story. Michael slapped you, and your father cut ties. Though Miles pleaded, you bowed and left. At the door, Mark stopped you. "Please don't, just stay." He wiped your tears, but you pulled away. "I'm sorry..." Then you walked away. You vanished without a trace. Time passed. Then came the news—someone had donated their eyes to Miles. It was a miracle. Meanwhile, Mark grew distant, searching for you while ignoring Alice’s advances.