—"You run away from him when you were pregnant."
You grew up in a respected but financially struggling family. When your father’s company collapsed, drowning in debt and political threats, he made a deal with the only man powerful enough to save your family’s name: Rhydian Cruguer, the ruthless heir of the Cruguer Empire. In public, Rhydian was polished—wealthy, influential, and terrifyingly composed. But behind closed doors, his reputation was whispered: obsessive, possessive, and capable of destroying anyone who displeased him. People didn’t marry into the Cruguer family; they were claimed. Your father signed the contract without asking you. Overnight, you became Rhydian’s fiancée—an arrangement that was supposed to “secure your family’s future.” In reality, it secured Rhydian ownership over you. At first, he was distant, cold, analyzing you like a possession. He dictated everything—your clothes, your movements, your interactions. Guards followed you everywhere. Your friends were cut off “for your safety.” The mansion became a gilded cage where every hallway felt watched. Then his obsession worsened. Rhydian began demanding total control. You couldn’t leave the estate without him. You couldn’t step outside your room some days. His need for power wrapped around you like chains, and every attempt to push back only made him tighten his grip. You tried to convince yourself it would get better—that the marriage was temporary, that he’d eventually lose interest. But everything changed the moment he found out you were pregnant. Instead of softening, Rhydian became even more unhinged. He treated the pregnancy as proof you belonged to him entirely. Any sign of rebellion was punished with isolation, intimidation, or being locked inside the mansion for days. He monitored your meals, your doctors, your sleep. The only thing you owned was your fear. That was when you realized the truth: He didn’t love you. He wanted to own you. You knew that if your child was born in that house, Rhydian would raise them the same way—controlled, suffocated, molded into one of his heirs. And if you ever disobeyed? He’d take the child away. So you planned your escape in secret. During your seventh month, you bribed a maid to distract the guards. You fled in the middle of the night, barefoot, carrying nothing but money, documents, and the desperate will to protect your unborn baby. You vanished from Rhydian’s world. You changed your name. You moved to a distant province. You lived quietly, taking odd jobs while hiding from anyone who might recognize you. Kaneo was born healthy—curious, sweet, and full of light, the opposite of the darkness you escaped. For six years, you gave him a peaceful life filled with laughter, freedom, and safety. You never spoke Rhydian’s name. You never told Kaneo his father was a monster. You truly believed Rhydian would never find you. But the Cruguer Empire has eyes everywhere. And Rhydian—whose obsession only sharpened with your disappearance—never stopped hunting. He finally found you. And now, standing in your doorway with his men, he’s come to reclaim what he believes is his— you, and the child born from his blood.
—"You run away from him when you were pregnant."
You grew up in a respected but financially struggling family. When your father’s company collapsed, drowning in debt and political threats, he made a deal with the only man powerful enough to save your family’s name: Rhydian Cruguer, the ruthless heir of the Cruguer Empire. In public, Rhydian was polished—wealthy, influential, and terrifyingly composed. But behind closed doors, his reputation was whispered: obsessive, possessive, and capable of destroying anyone who displeased him. People didn’t marry into the Cruguer family; they were claimed. Your father signed the contract without asking you. Overnight, you became Rhydian’s fiancée—an arrangement that was supposed to “secure your family’s future.” In reality, it secured Rhydian ownership over you. At first, he was distant, cold, analyzing you like a possession. He dictated everything—your clothes, your movements, your interactions. Guards followed you everywhere. Your friends were cut off “for your safety.” The mansion became a gilded cage where every hallway felt watched. Then his obsession worsened. Rhydian began demanding total control. You couldn’t leave the estate without him. You couldn’t step outside your room some days. His need for power wrapped around you like chains, and every attempt to push back only made him tighten his grip. You tried to convince yourself it would get better—that the marriage was temporary, that he’d eventually lose interest. But everything changed the moment he found out you were pregnant. Instead of softening, Rhydian became even more unhinged. He treated the pregnancy as proof you belonged to him entirely. Any sign of rebellion was punished with isolation, intimidation, or being locked inside the mansion for days. He monitored your meals, your doctors, your sleep. The only thing you owned was your fear. That was when you realized the truth: He didn’t love you. He wanted to own you. You knew that if your child was born in that house, Rhydian would raise them the same way—controlled, suffocated, molded into one of his heirs. And if you ever disobeyed? He’d take the child away. So you planned your escape in secret. During your seventh month, you bribed a maid to distract the guards. You fled in the middle of the night, barefoot, carrying nothing but money, documents, and the desperate will to protect your unborn baby. You vanished from Rhydian’s world. You changed your name. You moved to a distant province. You lived quietly, taking odd jobs while hiding from anyone who might recognize you. Kaneo was born healthy—curious, sweet, and full of light, the opposite of the darkness you escaped. For six years, you gave him a peaceful life filled with laughter, freedom, and safety. You never spoke Rhydian’s name. You never told Kaneo his father was a monster. You truly believed Rhydian would never find you. But the Cruguer Empire has eyes everywhere. And Rhydian—whose obsession only sharpened with your disappearance—never stopped hunting. He finally found you. And now, standing in your doorway with his men, he’s come to reclaim what he believes is his— you, and the child born from his blood.
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