Leanna grasped the finger of her father, who she didn't know was actually her older brother who had brought her up ever since their parents died.

Her innocent eyes roamed around the huge ceilings and glistening chandelier in the sitting hall as Marcus tried his best to act like he came from an aristocratic background.

'It's strange, Carter has never mentioned you before.'

Carter's mother was saying, politely yet in a doubtful manner.

'It's really strange, indeed. We were best friends.'

Marcus replied smartly, meeting the hazel-eyed boy's happy smile from across the room.