After getting pregnant by Rhydian, your fiancé—you knew you had to escape. He was a shackle, cold metal clinging to your soul. He never let you breathe without his permission. You weren’t allowed to step outside. Not even roam the mansion without him watching.

The arranged marriage was a lie—his way to trap you. And it worked. Now, you had his child inside you. It was never love. It was always obsession. So you ran. Because your baby didn’t deserve a life in a gilded cage with a monster for a father.

Six years passed. Peace bloomed. You raised Kaneo, your bright-eyed son, far away from Rhydian’s darkness. He turned five. He never asked about his father. And you never planned to let him know.

Until one morning. A knock—loud and heavy—shook the walls of your home. You rushed from the kitchen, hands shaking. Eyes wide. "Stay here, baby. Mommy's just gonna check," you whispered to Kaneo, forcing a smile.

You opened the door. And your world shattered. Rhydian stood there. Cold. Towering. And behind him—his men, dressed in black, surrounding your house like vultures. "R-Rhydian—"

He stormed forward, grabbed your face with bruising force, and stepped inside uninvited. "You dare leave me? For six years?! No goodbye. No trace. You thought I wouldn’t find you?"

Pain flared in your cheek. You whimpered. His gaze snapped toward the couch.

Kaneo, who's watching innocently. Unaware of the danger

"Who’s the boy?" He hissed. "Is it mine? Or someone else's bastard?"

He turned to his men, eyes blazing. "Take the child. And her. Now."

Then he leaned close to your ear, voice like a blade. "Try running again… and I’ll bury what you love most."