Heiress and Her Mysterious lover

nd him, three more cars pulled up, their engines rumbling ominously in the storm. Armed men clad in dark suits spilled out, scanning the area with a predatory intensity that sent chills down Morgana

ng them instantly, but they didn't care. They just had to escape. As they sprinted through the woods, Morgana's heart pounded in her chest. She glanced back, catching a glimpse of her father barking orders at his men. He was a powerful man, and his fury was terrifying. "We need to find a way to the city," Oscar said, urgency threading through his tone. "We can't go home. Not while he's looking for us." "Agreed," Morgana replied, her mind racing. "But we need to hide somewhere safe until we can figure out what to do." They continued to run, navigating through the trees, adrenaline fueling their movements. Morgana felt a surge of hope. If they could just find a taxi or a safe place to regroup, they could make a plan. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows-a man in a dark suit, holding a flashlight. Morgana froze, fear washing over her. "Oscar," she whispered, her voice trembling. But before they could react, the man turned away, heading back toward the vehicles. Morgana let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. They couldn't stop now. Finally, they broke through the treeline and onto the roadside. Morgana's heart raced as they scanned the empty road for any signs of help. The rain continued to pour, and the storm raged around them, but they couldn't let that deter them. "There! A taxi!" Morgana shouted, waving her arms frantically as a yellow car approached, its headlights cutting through the darkness. The driver slowed, eyeing them warily. "Where to?" he asked, clearly unsure about the soaked and terrified couple in front of him. "Just get us into the city!" Oscar replied, urgency lacing his words as he opened the back door for Morgana. They climbed inside, their hearts still racing as the driver hit the gas, speeding away from the scene. Morgana felt a rush of relief wash over her, but it was short-lived. Her father's fury was still fresh in her mind. "Are you two okay?" the driver asked, glancing at them in the rearview mirror. Morgana could see the concern etched on his face, and it reminded her of how vulnerable they truly were. "We will be," Morgana replied, her voice steadying as she focused on the road ahead. "We just need to find a place to regroup." As the taxi wove through the rain-soaked streets, Morgana glanced at Oscar, whose expression was grave. "What do we do now?" he asked, tension radiating from him. "We need to find a place to lay