It happens in the blink of an eye. Marco, distracted and self-assured, turns back toward a hidden corridor inside Wyndemere Castle, convinced he still controls every secret buried

within its ancient walls. He never sees the blow coming. Neither, in truth, does Lucas. A heavy object strikes Marco from behind, the sound dull and horrifyingly final.

Marco crumples to the stone floor as blood pools beneath his head, and Lucas realizes too late that this was never just a warning or a threat. This was a moment that cannot be undone.

Only hours earlier, Lucas had still believed his life was finally turning toward something hopeful. After everything he endured with Brad—the lies, the manipulation, the constant ache of loving someone who was never fully honest—Lucas framed walking away as an act of survival. Brad had come to represent betrayal itself, a man who smiled while hiding secrets. Ending that relationship hurt deeply, but Lucas told himself it was necessary, even cleansing.

Choosing Marco felt like proof that he had learned his lesson.

Marco appeared to be everything Brad was not. Articulate, composed, and measured, he listened in a way that made Lucas feel seen. As a lawyer, Marco knew how to present facts calmly, how to reassure without overpowering. He never raised his voice, never bristled when questioned. His quiet confidence felt safe. When he spoke about the future, it sounded thoughtful and stable, not reckless. Lucas believed he had finally chosen someone solid.

That belief deepened when Marco suggested they move in together at Wyndemere. Living in a castle felt dramatic, almost fairy-tale-like. Lucas knew Carly would hate the idea—and she did. Protective and skeptical as always, Carly questioned Marco’s motives and his desire to isolate Lucas in a place tied to so much darkness. For once, Lucas pushed back hard. He dismissed her concerns and chose Marco anyway.

At first, Wyndemere felt like an adventure. The echoing halls and distance from Port Charles offered the illusion of peace. Marco framed their isolation as intimacy, a chance to focus on each other without interference. Lucas wanted to believe it. He needed to believe it after years of disappointment.

But unease crept in quickly. Marco deflected certain questions—not with outright lies, but careful omissions. Phone calls were taken in private. Locked rooms were declared off-limits. Lucas rationalized it as boundaries, yet the discomfort lingered.

Then the truth began to surface. Marco wasn’t just a lawyer with a complicated family. He was Sidwell’s son. Worse, he was still deeply involved with his father. Evidence revealed Marco was actively participating in a dangerous, illegal synthetic compound project. The betrayal cut deep because Marco had denied it to Lucas’s face, presenting himself as different—better.

The final fracture came when Lucas learned Marco was targeting Sonny Corinthos. Marco believed Sonny was responsible for his mother Natalia’s death, despite a police investigation finding no evidence. Facts didn’t matter to Marco. Only vengeance did. Lucas tried to reason with him and failed. In that moment, Lucas understood how completely he had misjudged the man he loved.

Everything escalated when Josslyn entered the picture. Driven by instinct, Joss broke into Wyndemere and uncovered a horrifying truth: Anna Devane was alive—but imprisoned in a hidden room. Joss went straight to Lucas. The revelation snapped every lingering doubt into focus. Marco wasn’t just lying. He was dangerous.

Lucas didn’t hesitate. Whatever mistakes he had made, he couldn’t leave Anna trapped. He agreed to help Joss, knowing defying Marco could cost him everything. The plan was rushed and reckless, born of fear and adrenaline. Moving quietly through Wyndemere, Lucas felt like an intruder in a place he once called home.

When Marco appeared unexpectedly, blocking Joss’s path, panic surged. His suspicion was immediate. Instinct took over. Lucas grabbed the nearest heavy object and struck Marco from behind. The intention was to incapacitate him—nothing more. But Marco collapsed, unmoving. Seconds passed. Then the horrifying truth settled in: Marco was dead.

There was no time for shock. Anna still needed to be freed. Together, Lucas and Joss made a decision that would haunt them both. Marco’s body had to be hidden, at least temporarily. They rescued Anna and escaped through a concealed exit, every shadow and sound threatening discovery.

Anna sensed immediately that something was wrong, but there was no time for explanations. Once she was safe, questions erupted. Lucas said as little as possible, playing the role of the shocked, concerned loved one. Inside, guilt and terror churned relentlessly.

Marco’s disappearance quickly spread through Port Charles. Rumors flew. Sidwell reacted fast, realizing Anna was gone and suspecting Sonny. Old grudges reignited. Lucas listened to every theory with forced composure, performing grief so convincingly it terrified him.

Carly noticed the change in Lucas almost immediately. His anxiety sharpened. His reassurances rang hollow. She pressed him for answers, sensing he was hiding something devastating. Lucas deflected, trapped by the truth he couldn’t reveal without destroying everyone involved.

As Sidwell escalates his search and tensions rise, Lucas begins to unravel quietly. He replays the moment endlessly, questioning every choice. Love complicates his guilt—Marco was dangerous, but Lucas had loved him. That doesn’t disappear. It twists into something painful and inescapable.

Lucas saved Anna’s life and ended another in the same night. He acted out of love and fear, and the result was irreversible. Wyndemere stands silent, its walls absorbing yet another secret. But Lucas knows secrets never stay buried forever. When they surface, they rarely spare anyone—and the price of his mistake may be far from paid.