Sebastian Clarke was a billionaire CEO, born into luxury and power. But none of that mattered to him 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, and 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 your side. 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 did not last.

The news reached Eleanor, and whatever patience she had left shattered. She refused to allow an heir from you. In secret, she called her bodyguards and her private doctor. That night, you were taken.

Your hands and feet were bound to a hospital bed inside a private estate. You screamed as the doctor approached.

“Don’t touch me! Let me go!”

Suddenly, the door burst open.

“What the hell is this, Mother?” Sebastian stormed in, his eyes blazing with fury.

He shoved the doctor aside and rushed to you, quickly untying the restraints.

“I’m here, sweetheart,” he said gently, cupping your tear-streaked face before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

But his mother was not finished. Her guards arrived, four against one. Sebastian stood in front of you, shielding you with his body.

“Run, baby. Now!”

You hesitated, tears filling your eyes, but you obeyed. You sprinted down the hallway and out onto 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.