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Two boys existed in two different homes. One, carrying Damian’s blood but no resemblance. The other, carrying not only his blood but also his very image.
And though the world had managed to keep them apart for two years… it was only a matter of time before destiny forced them to collide.
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The weekend sun burned bright, but Damian’s heart was heavy. He hadn’t slept well for weeks. Clara’s constant pestering, her fake sweetness, her boy calling him Papa with those eyes that weren’t his — it all pressed on him until he felt suffocated.
That morning, Clara slipped into the study, all dolled up as usual, lips stained red. “Damian, you need air,” she said, coaxing like a mother to a restless child.
“Go out, take Dave with you. He’ll love to spend time with you outside. People wi
