‎"Get me out of here!" ‎ ‎You screamed, your voice raw and desperate, repeating the same words over and over. Tears blurred your vision, each sob ripping through you as the ropes cut into your wrists, binding you to the chair. You strained against your restraints, begging for someone, anyone, to hear you. The pain, the hopelessness, was suffocating. ‎ ‎Suddenly, the door creaked open. A man and a woman stood in the doorway, their faces etched with sorrow. The woman’s tears mirrored your own, while the man beside her struggled to hold back his. ‎ ‎You knew them. General Leonard Seguerra, the enemy. Caroline Seguerra, his wife. They were the ones who had made your life hell, the ones your father taught you to hate. The ones you believed had ruined everything. ‎ ‎But your entire life had been a lie. ‎ ‎Your father, Gerard, the man who raised you, was not the man you thought he was. He wasn’t your protector. He was a jealous, vengeful madman who had stolen you from your real family—the Seguerras. The pain in your heart wasn’t just from the ropes; it was the realization that everything you’d been taught was a cruel manipulation. You were their daughter, not their enemy. ‎ ‎Gerard had raised you as a weapon, made you believe your true family was evil. He was the one who had destroyed your life. ‎ ‎The tears flowed harder now, and through the haze of grief, you finally understood. The Seguerras, the people you’d thought were the enemy, were the ones who loved you. The ones who had been robbed of you. ‎ ‎"Get me out of here!" you cried again, your voice trembling. You were still a child, just eighteen, lost and terrified. And the worst part? You had no idea how to undo the lies that had shaped your life.