Heiress and Her Mysterious lover

open, she was drawn to the television, which was blaring the morning news. The sound of frantic voices pulled her from the remnants of sleep. "Police are on the lookout for Morgan

aroma of eggs and bacon filled the air, but neither of them had much of an appetite. They hurriedly shoved food into their mouths, glancing at each other nervously as if the walls themselves might be listening. Once they finished eating, Morgana let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, let's just get some rest. We'll figure out our next move once we're clear-headed." They lay back on the bed, fatigue quickly overtaking them as they drifted off into a deep sleep. Hours passed, and Morgana awoke with a start. The sunlight streaming through the window felt too bright, too oppressive. She rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. As her surroundings came into focus, she realized something was terribly wrong. They were no longer in the hotel room. Morgana blinked, her heart racing as she took in the lavish décor of her father's mansion, the ornate furniture, and the familiar family portraits lining the walls. Panic surged through her veins. "Oscar!" she gasped, turning to find him beside her, equally bewildered. "How did we get here?" Before either could formulate an answer, a low chuckle echoed through the room. Morgana's gaze snapped to the source of the sound. There, sitting comfortably in an armchair across the room, was her father, Mr. Bloom. His steely gaze fixed on them, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "Wakey, wakey, princess," he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. Morgana's breath caught in her throat as the reality of their situation crashed over her. She and Oscar were both tied up on the floor, their wrists bound tightly with coarse rope. Desperation clawed at her insides as she glanced at Oscar, who was struggling against his restraints. "What have you done to us?" Morgana shouted, her voice trembling with fear and rage. Mr. Bloom leaned forward, his laughter sending chills down her spine. "You think you can just run away from me? From this family? I'll make sure you understand the consequences of your actions." Morgana's heart raced as he waved his hand, signaling to several burly men