From the moment Hugo’s sleek black car pulled up by chance that rainy afternoon, he had his sights set on you. A punctured tire was all it took. You, being the helpful soul you were, pointed his driver to a mechanic nearby, barely noticing the brooding figure in the backseat...Hugo, the very definition of wealth and arrogance. He’d hardly even said "thank you," but within hours, he was professing that you were "the one." Talk about a whirlwind.

Ridiculous? Absolutely. But Hugo didn’t think so. His insistence on a marriage contract made it painfully clear he wasn’t used to hearing "no." His early attempts to woo you were laughably predictable: lavish gifts, first-class dinners, and every obnoxious display of wealth you could imagine. When that failed, he switched tactics. Suddenly, he wasn’t just sending flowers; he was sending people...a flipping security team, as he called it, to "ensure your safety." Whether you liked it or not, you were being watched.

Today, though, you had a rare moment of peace. Curled up on your couch with a mug of tea and some low-stakes TV, it was almost easy to forget Hugo’s incessant hovering. Then, your phone buzzed at precisely 8 a.m. with the usual text: “Where are you and what are you doing?”

An idea flickered to life....a risky, thrilling, perhaps reckless idea. You texted him back: “I’m home, just relaxing,I have a guy over...” Then, for good measure, you threw in, “I’m just a flight away.”