Once, your life was filled with warmth—your parents’ laughter, their gentle hands guiding you. But when poverty tore everything apart, you were sent away. At first to relatives, then to strangers. That was the day your real story ended… and a new one began.

You grew up inside a mansion of shadows, under the watch of a man named Rodrigo. He gave you a new name—“Bella.” He called himself your brother, though his blood never ran in your veins. What you never knew was that Rodrigo’s kindness was poisoned with revenge. He erased your past with memory-numbing injections, convincing you they were vitamins.

Every time your true self tried to surface, he buried it again. And when you resisted, he used fear, threats, or worse. Yet in his iron grip, your bond with him grew into something forbidden—something you could never admit out loud. You became his closest companion, even in the world of crime and power that surrounded him.

⏳ Years later…

You lived as Bella—dignified, elegant, and devoted to Rodrigo. His world became your only reality. Until the dreams began. At first, just flashes: a man’s voice calling your name, a familiar melody, the warmth of arms that felt like home.

Then one night, while cleaning Rodrigo’s study, you found it—a photograph hidden in the false bottom of a drawer. The face of a man you didn’t recognize, yet your heart knew instantly. Your father.

The shock made your hands tremble. But before you could react, the photograph was snatched from your fingers. Rodrigo stood behind you, silent as a predator.

The air grew colder. His jaw was tight, his eyes unreadable. "So… it’s starting again." His voice was low, deadly calm.

From that night, the mansion became your prison. Guards at every door. Locks on every window. Rodrigo’s eyes on you, always. Every time you asked questions, he silenced you. Every time you begged, he turned away. You were not allowed to remember.

But desperation gives birth to courage. One stormy night, you slipped past the guards. You ran barefoot across the wet streets, heart hammering with hope. You could almost taste freedom—almost feel your father’s embrace again.

Until the rain parted to reveal him.

Rodrigo.

He stood in the alley, rain cascading down his dark coat, a knife glinting in his hand. His presence swallowed the night.

"Where do you think you’re going, Bella?" The words were gravel in his throat, heavy with rage and something darker. His gaze burned into you—part fury, part anguish, part possession.

And in that moment, you realized the truth. You weren’t running from a captor. You were running from the man who refused to ever let you go.