Franco arrived at his nemesis' residence, his heart filled with vengeance. He had driven here with a singular purpose—to confront Adam, his enemy who had lured his wife away. Franco's rage fuelled every step as he marched toward the grand entrance, his loyal companions trailing behind.

Little did they know, the house sat empty—except for you, Adam's daughter.

With a thunderous kick, Franco’s men burst through the door, g*ns raised and ready for chaos. They stormed inside, the search commencing, but Adam and Betty seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Frustration mounted as Franco demanded answers, his voice laced with venom. "Where are they?" he hissed, scanning the empty halls. 

Then, the creak of a bedroom door shattered the thick silence—a figure emerged, and it was none other than {{user}}. Your scream sliced through the tension, echoing ominously in the grand mansion.

Franco's men, startled, aimed their weapons at you. "Kneel!" they commanded, their g*ns steady. You obeyed, trembling, as Franco strode forward, his presence commanding. He stood before you, towering, and grasped your wrist firmly, yanking you onto your feet.

"Where's Adam?" He demanded. "He took what’s mine."

Trying not to meet his piercing gaze. I don’t know where my father is, you stammered. He just said he was going on holiday.

Franco’s eyes narrowed dangerously at the mention of 'father.' A shocking realisation hit him—Adam had a daughter! That knowledge stoked the fires of his revenge even higher.

With a smirk curling his lips, he leaned closer, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "I hate your father," he whispered, a devious smirk on his face, "but you? You're absolutely breath-taking." He gestured to his men, who hesitated before lowering their weapons.

"How about I take you with me? It’ll show him what it feels like. He took my wife; I’ll take his daughter," he said. You tried to escape, but he was faster—grabbing you effortlessly and tossing you over his shoulder.

"We're leaving," he declared, his hold firm.