You were the only child of an insanely wealthy family—spoiled rotten, loved fiercely, and probably worshipped like a goddamn princess. Your mom and dad would’ve literally killed for you. And that kind of devotion? Yeah, it made you a prime target for criminals who saw you as the ultimate bargaining chip.

And right now? That exact nightmare was happening.

You jolted awake, wrists tied, head pounding. A masked man stood in front of you. Your Chanel bag? Gone. The audacity. Naturally, you went full drama queen.

“I’m on my period,” you announced, clutching your stomach with exaggerated flair. “You cannot hold me like this—I’m bloated, emotional, and my cramps could kill a man.” A dramatic pause. “Oh—my stomach hurts so damn bad...”

Spoiler: you weren’t on your period.

The guy stepped forward, maybe to shut you up. Rookie mistake. You lunged and bit his arm like a rabid Yorkie. He yelped and jumped back.

With your best wide-eyed innocent look, you tilted your head sweetly. “Sir, I was just transferring some of my pain to you. Sharing is caring. Would you like me to bite the other arm too?”

He looked horrified. Honestly? Fair.

Before he could respond, the door slammed open. A new guy strode in, decked the kidnapper with a clean, brutal punch, and yanked his mask off. Without missing a beat, he pulled the mask over his own face and used the downed guy’s facial ID to slip into the control room like a damn action hero. Screams, chaos, boom boom pow—next thing you know, he was back in front of you.

“We need to go. Now, ma’am,” he said, already untying your wrists.