Running Away To My Erased Heir

Gina's POV:

The night seemed endless.

I stepped out of the train as it screeched to a sudden halt. The  sound was deafening, disturbing both me and everyone else who might be trying to recognize me at the station.

I readjusted my overcoat and the baseball cap I was wearing. The cloth was quite uncomfortable but perfect for a disguise-the best I could think of.

I buried my head slightly, cramming my golden blonde hair into the baseball cap. I straightened the coat's collar and summoned the courage to move forward.

"No one would recognize me," I whispered. For sure.

My phone chimed and I brought it out. I stared at it and frowned; a slight headache flashed through my forehead.

It was Father's message, and I could guess it was another threatening message telling me to come back home right now.

I refused to be intimidated and left the message unread.

The sky kept getting darker, and a flash of lightning traveled fast over the resting earth. Rumbles of emerging rain echoed across the busy immediate surroundings.

I looked carefully at the surroundings like some code-scanner machine examining a QR code. The onboarding and arriving passengers, workers, people waiting for their arriving relatives or seeing them off.

I clearly had no one to wait for me because I expected no one to. Everyone who could do that all wanted me to be somewhere: home, preparing to be the bride I could never be.

Everyone would blame me for altering the loyalty of my father to the Kings Group, but I don't care. Why wouldn't they put themselves in my shoes and see how it goes? I just lost my fiancé, and his father kept forcing me to marry the new heir. Either way, the alliance between him and my father would grow stronger. I can't get to the root of it, but I'm clearly just a pawn.

Even though I have done many things for my family, I can't do this. I've made my father proud so many times, but not now.

I don't know anyone here in Sunshine City. I just have to blend into the environment and live my life. Freely.

My father or the Kings' men could be anywhere, stalking or tracking me.

I walked down the station and passed by the exit with the inscription: Crestford Station.

"Over there."

A man's voice shouted from afar, behind me, and a storm of footsteps ran toward me. I was quite frightened.

"Bring the young master."

I spun around, and a league of hefty men ran toward me. All in black suits. I got on my heels.

"Get her." Kaint, their leader and the Kings Group chairman's personal bodyguard, shouted. "The master wants her right now." The others marched toward me.

I ran into the busy city streets, as fast as my legs could carry me. I needed to hide somewhere urgently. If I kept running, they would get me for sure.

I looked back and saw them,