We slept.
But not together.
Him on the couch.
Me on the bed.
The clock read 2:00 a.m.
My eyes burned, but sleep never came.
Every time I closed them, I saw blood.
The floor.
The bodies.
At 11 p.m., my world had cracked open.
By 2 a.m., I knew one thing—
If I stayed, I would disappear inside this life.
Silently, I got up.
I changed into clothes I could run in—
tight leggings, a fitted top, hair tied back. No noise. No hesitation.
I opened the bedroom door slowly.
Nothing.
I walked toward the kitchen, pretending—
Water. Just water.
If anyone saw me, that’s what it would look like.
I reached the kitchen.
Then—
I jumped.
Out of the window.
Cold air hit me hard as I landed in the backyard. My feet hit the grass, pain shooting up my legs, but I didn’t stop.
I ran toward the trees.
Fast. Blind. Desperate.
The wall loomed in front of me—too high.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
I spotted a bench, dragged it, climbed—
Slipped.
Fell.
Pain exploded in my ankle, but adrenaline forced me up. I climbed again, scraped my hands, and finally—
I jumped.
I landed on the other side.
And that’s when I saw it.
Cars.
Not one.
Not two.
Not three.
Twenty-six cars.
Black. Identical. Engines roaring.
They split in all directions.
My heart dropped.
They already know.
Brushes.
I dove into them, hiding, holding my breath, my body shaking as leaves scratched my skin.
And then—
I heard him.
Karl.
His voice cut through the night like a gunshot.
“FIND HER.”
Guards froze.
“I WANT HER. NOW.”
My hands covered my mouth to stop myself from sobbing.
I had planned everything.
I had booked my ticket quietly at 12 a.m.
A public flight.
No names linked.
No baggage.
My flight was at 3:00 a.m.
It was 2:10 a.m. now.
I just needed public transport.
Just one train.
One bus.
I could leave Germany.
I could be free.
I didn’t know—
That while I was hiding in bushes, shaking—
Karl Casanova was ending the city.
Inside the mansion, his voice was cold. Controlled. Terrifyingly calm.
“Block all outgoing flights.”
A pause.
“Yes. All of them.”
Another call.
“Shut down public transport. Trains. Buses. Everything.”
Another.
“Police on every major road. Airports sealed.”
Someone hesitated.
“Sir, that’s an entire city—”
“I don’t care,” karl said.
“She does not leave this country.
The line went dead.
Back in the bushes, my phone vibrated.
NO SIGNAL.
No network.
No transport.
No way out.
Germany had become a cage.
And the man hunting me—
Was my husband.
I hugged my knees, silent tears soaking into my clothes.
“I just wanted to live,” I whispered into the dark.
Somewhere nearby, a car slowed.
A flashlight cut through the trees.
And karl Casanova’s voice echoed again—closer now.
“She’s scared,” he said to his men.
“Don’t hurt her.”
A pause.
“But don’t let her escape.”
The city was awake.
The night was closing in.
And I realized the most terrifying truth of all—
I hadn’t escaped him.
I HAD STARTED A HUNT
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