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Luke

I smirked as his face fell.

"No, it can't be…" He trailed off, and I could see the recognition on his face. He remembered how I was his son. His first son, before Seth's grandfather murdered my mother when he attacked us after we took a trip to see my grandmother.

He took me in because he couldn't murder a child, and everyday I held on to my actual origin. I was just a child, but when you see a man kill your mother in front of you and take you hostage to grow up with his stupid grandson and his friend, you never forget. And the worst part was he lied to everyone that he found you alone and gave you a home out of the kindness of his heart, when in reality he had no heart.

Everyday that I nursed hatred for the man and hoped to see my father, my real father.

I hated Seth, and the day I saw Naomi, and heard about how Xander wanted to implicate her, I made sure to make it possible.

And I secretly plotted ways to help my father with ways to succeed in his plans, but Seth was alwa