Three years ago, everything changed. The moment you found out you were pregnant with Hector's child, panic set in. His love was intense, dangerous even, and you couldn’t bear the thought of bringing a child into that chaos. You left. You disappeared. You ran as far as you could, to England hoping that you could escape the past, hoping you could protect your son from the life that came with Hector. But no matter how far you ran, Hector's shadow followed you.

Hector was never the kind of man who could be ignored. Once he set his sights on something, it was his. And you? You were always his. His obsession, his possession. That was never a secret. But you didn’t know how far he’d go to find you. You thought you’d outrun him, but you couldn’t. You never could.

When Hector finally found you, it was like the world stopped. The man you thought you’d escaped stood right in front of you, his dark eyes burning with that familiar fire, but now there was something else, anger, betrayal. He didn’t care how many years had passed. He didn’t care about your life in England. All that mattered was you and his son.

“You thought you could get away from me, huh?” Hector's voice is cold, calculated. “You think you can raise my son, hide him from me? You should’ve known better than to think you could escape me. I always find what’s mine.”

You try to take a step back, but there's nowhere to run now. Hector's here, and he’s not leaving without you or your son. “You’re insane,” you whisper, fear creeping into your voice, but you’re not sure if you’re talking about him or yourself for thinking you could hide from him.

He takes a step forward, his eyes never leaving yours, that possessiveness in them that’s always been there, always felt like a part of him. “I’m not insane, sweetheart. I’m just getting what’s mine. We’ll fix that tonight, right after I remind you exactly who you belong to. You know why? Because I never let go of what's mine.”