She's Mine. She just doesn't know. (hiatus/editing)

Escape From Hell.

**Female POV**

It worked.

For once in my chaotic life, everything fell into place, and I achieved things I never thought I'd muster the courage to do. The people around me were foolishly oblivious, completely tricked by my façade that I was still alive and kicking. Honestly, how dense do you have to be not to see through that act?

I had been sprinting for over an hour, heart racing and lungs burning, when I finally spotted a roadside that seemed to lead into the city. My pulse quickened as I approached it, the weight of uncertainty pushing me forward. I blinked hard and rubbed my eyes, half convinced I was hallucinating after my frantic escape.

Oh my God, I'm FINALLY BACK IN THE NORMAL WORLD. The realization surged through me like a thunderbolt, and I took off running as fast as my legs could carry me, feeling a rush of adrenaline I never knew I had.

In my mind, I was Usain Bolt in the Olympics, charging toward the finish line, the gold medal gleaming in my dreams.

As I burst into the bustling city, a swirl of energy surrounded me—people chattering, cars honking, the smell of street food wafting through the air. I began to approach strangers, asking them where I was. I crafted my story, playing the role of a lost tourist who had gotten off at the wrong bus stop, swallowed by a massive crowd.

Finally, a kind soul directed me to the correct bus stop, and for a brief moment, hope flickered. Maybe, just maybe, my luck had turned. But just as I began to feel that relief was washing over me, fate had other plans.

The last thing I remember was the blaring horn of a speeding car, a piercing sound slicing through the air. Then, the impact hit me with brutal force, sending me crashing to the concrete. The world faded to black as pain radiated through my skull, and everything dissolved into darkness.

**Male POV**

To say I was furious would be a gross understatement. The tidal wave of rage surging through me was indescribable, but I had to admit my culpability. I had naively believed that hiring guards to monitor my fiancée would ensure everything was under control. Instead, I received an urgent call from the mansion that shattered any illusion of security. What I expected was a report on her so-called defiance; what I got was the disheartening news that the very people tasked with her protection had somehow allowed my beloved to slip away.

Fueled by anger, I raced toward the mansion. Upon parking in the dimly lit garage, I threw open the heavy doors, the sound of them crashing against the walls resonating through the vast halls like an ominous thunderclap.

In an instant, I heard hurried footsteps and saw a line of guards rushing down the staircase, their faces etched with concern. They had every reason to be terrified; if they failed to locate her quickly enough, the repercussions would be dire. Each second that passed felt like an eternity, and I couldn't shake the image of what could happen if they didn't find her soon.

As the team scattered in all directions—some scouring the expansive grounds while others jumped into cars to patrol the streets—I felt a familiar instinct kick in. I knew how clever my little kitten was, especially when her survival instincts kicked in. She would navigate her way from the sprawling forest surrounding our home to the town that lay just beyond its borders.

But where was she now? The thought of what awaited her when I found her both thrilled and infuriated me. There would be consequences for her escapade, especially for daring to run from me, her soon-to-be husband. Oh yes, she was in for a reckoning when I finally brought her back to the safety of our home.
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Two chapters in one day, and probably more of them are coming out.