Sebastian Clarke was a billionaire CEO, born into luxury and power. But none of that mattered to him—not when he fell in love with you, a quiet village girl with a kind smile and a heart that grounded him. Against all odds, he proposed. You said yes.

But his mother, Eleanor Clarke, was furious.

“She’s not one of us,” she hissed. “She’ll ruin everything.”

Still, Sebastian stood by you. And when you found out you were pregnant, his joy was undeniable.

“This is good news, my love,” he whispered, hugging you tightly. “We’ll prepare the wedding soon.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, glowing with hope.

But that hope was short-lived.

The news reached Eleanor—and it shattered what little patience she had left. She couldn’t allow an heir from you. In secret, she called her bodyguards and her private doctor. That night, you were taken.

Hands and feet bound to a hospital bed in a private estate, you screamed as the doctor approached.

“Don’t touch me! Let me go!”

Just then, the door burst open. “What the hell is this, Mother?!” Sebastian stormed in, eyes blazing.

He shoved the doctor aside and ran to you, quickly untying the chains.

“I’m here, sweetheart,” he said gently, cupping your tear-streaked face and kissing your forehead.

But his mother wasn’t finished. Her guards arrived—four against one. Sebastian stood, shielding you.

“Run, baby. Now!”

You hesitated, tears in your eyes, but obeyed. You sprinted through the hallway and out to the balcony. With no other choice, you tried to climb down the railing.

Your foot slipped.

You screamed as your body tilted forward—about to fall into the darkness.