Is 'They Won'T Let Me Go' Based On A True Story?

Life was easy and happy until she met her mate. There is a ritual in the Crismon red pack that Once you find your mate you have to mark and accept them willingly but Once the head alpha finds his mate, his Luna, he can't reject her. Otherwise, the rejected mate has to bear the consequences. She never thought her mate would reject her and let her live in hell.  Arvan Black, the head Alpha of the Crismon red pack is very dominant and a big bad wolf. Even Lycans are afraid of him. He is a true blood alpha. He expects his mate to be a powerful alpha or beta female. He never thought that a weak omega would be his mate. It crushed his ego and his respect. He thought she couldn't satisfy his needs and protect the whole pack with him.  Rose Lee, the mate of the head alpha. She knew how to struggle but never thought she had to survive her mate's rejection. She promised herself that she would never forgive the alpha who rejected her mercilessly.  BUT little did they know  FATE HAD ANOTHER PLAN FOR THEM!

Ten years after my wealthy family took me back, I died in the rental house my billionaire parents had dumped me in. My son was three. Just to mess with me, the kidnapper gave me three chances to call for help. If even one person was willing to come see me, he'd spare my child. The first call was to my father, the man who'd spent fifteen years searching for me. He was busy directing the staff as they set up my adoptive sister's birthday party. When he picked up, he barked, "Estelle Emerson, seriously? Can you go one week without causing a scene? It's your sister's birthday. I'm busy. Don't kill the vibe." The second call was to my mother, the woman who brought me home and changed my name from Dixie to Estelle. But Vera snatched the phone and laughed so hard she could barely get the words out. "Estelle, seriously? If you're gonna make something up, at least make it believable. You look so broke you probably don't even have fifty bucks. What kidnapper would pick you?" The third time, I called Luca's father, my legal husband. He said he was in a meeting and didn't have time to play games with me. He also said that if I behaved myself, he'd agree to take me home for dinner next week. After the final call ended, I looked at the grinning kidnapper in despair and sent the last two messages of my life. A photo of myself covered in blood. And a short message, every word sincere. [I'm really going to die. In my next life, don't bring me home.]

For my birthday, my husband, Don Damien, gave me his dead wife’s pearls. I wore them to the dinner party. My enraged stepson, Leo, doused me in red wine. I became the laughingstock of the party. “You whore,” he hissed. “You think wearing my mother’s jewelry makes you her?” He stared at me, his eyes cold as ice. Then he screamed. "Get out of my house." But his mother died when he was a baby. I raised him. Someone had whispered poison in his ear. They told him I was the one who killed his mother. Now he thinks I'm a scheming bitch who tricked his father. And his father? My husband? He never saw me. He only saw Krista’s ghost. My heart didn't break. It shattered. They didn't love me. They didn't even care. So I walked. Then why, after I was finally gone, did they come crawling back, begging me to return?

After fifteen years away, I was finally brought back to the DeLuca family. I thought I was returning to my real home. Instead, I walked into a house where the adopted daughter wanted me dead, my father treated me like a burden, and my brothers would rather watch me bleed than make her cry. On my first day back, she set dogs on me. That night, I was dragged to the top of the observatory and forced to apologize to her. When I fell from the tower covered in blood, they still called me a liar. Because in the DeLuca family, I may have been the real daughter by blood— but she was the daughter they loved. She thought she could bully me, poison me, and freeze me to death without consequence. She was wrong. Because the night I nearly died, my mother finally chose me—and turned a gun on the whole DeLuca family.

Mommy, I Didn't Run Away: The Unwanted Child *A Chilling Psychological Horror, Domestic Thriller, and Soul-Crushing Emotional Nightmare* *“You should be happy you are even alive. We gave your mother all kinds of herbs. We tried everything, but you refused to leave.”* Juliet has spent her entire life carrying a terrifying truth: she was a mistake her mother tried to erase before she was even born. Growing up as the ultimate household scapegoat, she endured years of cruel emotional abuse, constant rejection, and being treated like a permanent burden while her mother favored everyone else. She was forced into endless domestic chores as a child, isolated from love, and later reduced to a mere financial lifeline—expected to fund her mother’s gold, shop goods, and social status while receiving nothing in return but cold neglect. Now, thousands of miles away in Europe, Juliet lives in a clean, quiet house where everything works. To the outside world, she has made it. Inside, she is completely hollow. Driven to the edge, Juliet props up her phone camera to record a final, harrowing video confession for the woman who birthed her. What starts as an agonizing unravelling of childhood trauma quickly spirals into something far more dangerous. As she bares her soul to the lens, facing the dark shadows whispering from the corners of the room, Juliet unlocks a chilling realization about the family she left behind, the true price of survival, and the terrifying entities that followed her across the sea. Heart-shattering, deep, and deeply unsettling, *Mommy, I Didn't Run Away: The Unwanted Child* is a psychological nightmare about a daughter fighting to be seen and the terrifying lengths one must go to when home was never a safe place.

When my parents came to take me home, I accidentally switched souls with Ava, a girl from the mountains. The moment my mother saw the certificate proving that Ava had ranked first in the entire county, her eyes filled with tears. "Looks like sending you to the mountains to suffer for half a year was the right decision. "Back then, getting you to study was like pulling teeth. Now you finally understand that everything we did was for your own good." I burst into tears and rushed forward, throwing my arms around my mother's legs. "Mom, I'm the real Sophie!" She kicked me hard, sending me sprawling into the mud. "Where did this wild child come from? You're just as disobedient as the old Sophie!" My parents took away the "me" carrying Ava's soul, leaving the real me behind in the mountains. For the next five years, I endured endless hard labor, slept in a pigsty, and suffered relentless abuse before I finally found a chance to escape. But when I returned home, my mother looked at me with disgust and drove me away. "My daughter just made it through the national competition. How could she possibly be someone like you? If you dare spout that nonsense again, I'll have you locked up in a mental hospital!" I cried until my entire body shook, but I refused to give up. That night, I climbed over the wall and slipped back into the house. That's when I heard my father ask my mother, "We didn't know about the soul swap back then. But now that she's found her way back... are we really not going to acknowledge her?" My mother let out a cold laugh. "What would be the point of taking her back? Should we let her ruin the Sophie we have now? She's hopeless. Even being thrown into the mountains couldn't change her. Someone like her deserves to die." A sharp pain ripped through my stomach. I coughed up a mouthful of blood. "Mom... This body has stomach cancer. Just as you wished... I'm going to die."