Heiress and Her Mysterious lover

t the familiar chaos of her life behind. It felt exhilarating to be away, but the weight of her father's threats loomed over her like a dark cloud. Oscar glanced at her, concern etched on his ha

thick blanket. Morgana felt a shiver run down her spine, her instincts screaming at her to get back inside the car. But Oscar's presence steadied her, and they set off down the empty road, scanning for any signs of civilization. After what felt like an eternity, they spotted a faint glow in the distance. A small gas station loomed ahead, its neon sign flickering like a beacon of hope. Morgana let out a sigh of relief. "There! We can make it!" But just as they reached the entrance, dark clouds gathered above them, and the wind picked up. The first droplets of rain began to fall, quickly turning into a downpour. "Come on!" Oscar shouted over the thunder, pulling her toward the station. Inside, they were greeted by an old attendant who eyed them with curiosity. "You two look like you've been through a storm," he said, his voice gravelly. "Just need some fuel, please," Oscar replied, his tone urgent. The attendant nodded, filling a canister with gasoline as Morgana paced anxiously, glancing out at the sheets of rain. "We need to hurry," she said, her heart racing. "My father is coming back tomorrow. He can't find us." "Here you go," the attendant said, handing over the filled canister. "That'll be twenty bucks." Oscar fished out some cash and quickly paid, then they dashed back outside into the relentless rain. The sound of the downpour was deafening, drowning out their voices as they made their way back to the car. Morgana's heart raced as they filled the tank. "What if he finds us, Oscar? What if we can't get away?" "Then we'll deal with it," he said firmly, though his eyes betrayed his own fear. "But right now, we need to focus on getting back to the city and finding a safe place to hide." They jumped into the car, water dripping from their clothes, and Oscar quickly started the engine. The headlights pierced through the heavy rain as he turned the car around, heading back toward the city. As they drove, the rain poured down harder, the visibility nearly zero. Morgana sat in silence, her mind racing with thoughts of her father's fury and Alfred's betrayal. Every flash of lightning sent a jolt through her, and she clutched her phone, wishing she could call her mother for support, but she knew better. "I can't believe Alfred would do this," she said finally, breaking the silence. "I thought he cared about me." "He cares about the family legacy," Oscar replied, his voice steady despite the chaos outside. "To him, that's everything. You can't let him dictate your life." "I just... I want to be free. I want to live my life without them controlling me,"