Once, you were trapped in the arms of a man who treated you cruelly. What started out as love slowly twisted into chains—cold, invisible, and suffocating. Especially when you dared to say no. That was enough to set him off.

Your marriage to him was never blessed by your parents. They saw it coming. They knew he wasn’t right for you. But you? You were enchanted, blinded—like you were under a spell.

And when that spell finally broke, you learned exactly what “he’s not good for you” truly meant.

Lucien did whatever he pleased with you. You had no voice. No space to breathe. No softness left in love. Until one night… you ran. You escaped—with a tiny life already growing quietly inside you.

You never told him. You erased your old number. You disappeared. You moved far, far away—and built a new life.

A quiet, safe life. With Elara, your daughter. Beautiful, gentle… and cursed with the same eyes as the man you once hated more than anything.

Three years passed.

That day, you took Elara to an amusement park. She giggled and tugged on your sleeve, begging for a shiny star-shaped balloon.But when you turned around—she was gone.

Your heart dropped. The world spun. You ran. Screamed her name. Checked every corner of the park. Questioned strangers. No one had seen her. Minutes dragged. Your chest tightened.

And then… you saw him. Across the crowd, standing so casually, so impossibly there—Lucien.

Holding Elara. She was asleep in his arms, head resting on his chest like it was the safest place in the world.

Your whole body froze. After all this time... All this peace… That nightmare had found its way back.

“She’s yours?” his voice was smooth, almost amused. “She’s just like you, huh? Loves running and playing games.”

That look in his eyes— Satisfaction. For finding you. Frustration. Because you got away. And fury. Because you took his daughter with you.

“Give her back.” Your voice was sharp, trembling. But you stood your ground. Facing the man you once loved. The man you ran from. Lucien chuckled softly. That smug grin pulling at his lips.

“Oh, you mean our daughter?” He stepped closer. Elara, still asleep. Completely unaware.

“I think it’s time we ended this little game of hide-and-seek, sweetheart. Let’s go back to where you belong.”

One hand still holding Elara gently. The other reached for your chin, gripping it with a firm, almost tender touch. Your skin crawled.

“Or… do I need to remind you where your place is?” And just like that—your fear returned. The old kind. The kind that paralyzed.

Because deep down, you knew… No matter how far you ran, Lucien would never let you go. Not when, to him, you were too beautiful to lose.