Runaway Brat
**The Chase Begins**
Two days later, the decision was made. The crew insisted. With nurseries triple-guarded and the empire’s elite on rotation, Damien and Cinthye slipped away at dawn in an armored convoy. The coastal villa promised seclusion: cliffs overlooking crashing waves, hidden tunnels, and state-of-the-art defenses. The drive twisted through mountain passes, adrenaline mixing with anticipation. Damien’s hand never left hers, his thumb tracing patterns that spoke of nights ahead.
Halfway there, the first sign of trouble hit. A black SUV appeared in the rearview, too persistent for coincidence. “Tail,” the lead driver barked through comms.