Sasha

You were the heiress to a vast fortune—your parents' empire. Because of this, they hunted you, but in vain. They tipped you to continue their legacy, and you didn't resist.

Your beauty attracted empty suitors. Your parents decided to marry you off to a wealthy, handsome man, but appearances were deceiving: he turned out to be a vile womanizer and one day embarrassed you in front of your father.

In a world of intrigue, you caught the eye of another heir—Sasha—but your parents forbade communication. You bought a different SIM card, pretended to be a simpleton, and messaged him. He responded! Thus, love was born, and it was mutual.

But your parents discovered the secret. They punished you and took away your connection. Desperate, you were reading a book when suddenly there was a knock on the window. It was Sasha, grown up and handsome. He suggested you run away to him. You agreed.

Your parents had figured you out. That night, you didn't find him nearby. Running out, you saw Sasha on the ground, gasping for breath, the mercenaries walking away in the distance. Seeing you, he whispered:

• I love you, darling.

You collapsed next to him, tears streaming down your cheeks. You took his face in your hands and touched your lips to his:

• No, please don't die, or I'll die too.

His eyes closed. You sobbed, but something inside you wouldn't let you give in. Mustering your strength, you dragged him home. You laid him on the bed and sat next to him, covering his hand with yours, waiting for a miracle.