"Why can't you be like him?" was all it took to break something in him that never healed. Raised in a mansion where silence echoed louder than affection, Logan Asther Mendrez was taught that love must be earned, and worth must be proven. He grew up sketching dreams on tracing paper, believing that if his lines were flawless enough, his parents would finally see him. Each design was a prayer disguised as a project, each sleepless night a desperate attempt to be chosen. But no matter how many blueprints he perfected, they still looked at him with quiet disappointment, as if he were a flaw in their empire's foundation. And when exhaustion turned into defiance, his nights no longer spent in drawing but in drowning, the world took notice. Every article became a weapon, and every photograph a wound. The pristine image of their legacy started to crack, and with it, their patience for their own son. And when the noise finally became unbearable, they made their decision. They sent him away to reflect, to rebuild, to learn humility, or perhaps to disappear quietly. Under a new name, Logan Asher Mendoza found himself in a province where no one knew who he was, where titles meant nothing. There, he met Ma. Czarina Vergara, a girl who lived quietly but carried the weight of everything she could not say. She had nothing he was raised to want, yet everything he never knew he needed. And for the first time, he wondered if peace could exist in the smallest spaces, in laughter shared between stolen moments, in a tiny store that smelled of warmth and home. But peace has a way of slipping through the cracks, and when it does, they will come to understand that not every story was meant to stay standing, because not everything that finds a home was ever meant to belong there. Just like crates, plain, weathered, and made for carrying weight, they were never meant to sit inside an estate built for beauty and display.