The wind whistled through the city as Killian, a window cleaner, wiped a smudge off the glass of a towering hotel. He barely noticed the woman behind the window—until she pressed her trembling fingers against it. Her eyes, wide with desperation, locked onto his, and before he could react, she smeared red lipstick across the glass, writing three frantic letters: SOS.
Killian’s stomach tightened. He tapped on the window. The woman shook her head wildly, tears slipping down her pale cheeks.
Killian’s pulse hammered as he made a swift decision.
He swung to the nearest balcony, pried open the door, and slipped inside.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he whispered, barely able to steady his breath.
“My husband—he’ll be back any second! Please, you have to help me!” she choked out.
Her wrists were red, raw from bindings. Bruises peeked from the collar of her dress. Killian didn’t hesitate—he grabbed her hands, rubbing them gently.
“We need to get you out of here.”
Before she could respond, the door burst open. A deep, menacing voice filled the room.
“Honey, I’m back.”
The woman’s grip tightened on Killian’s wrist, her fingernails digging into his skin.
A man, tall and broad, stood in the doorway, his expression darkening like a brewing storm.
“Who the hell are you?” he snarled, eyes flickering between them.
“He was just—” the woman began, but Killian cut in.
“I got the wrong room,” he lied. “I’ll just—”
The man lunged. Killian dodged, grabbing the woman’s hand. They tore through the room, pushing past furniture as the man roared in fury.
The hallway was eerily empty. Alarms blared. Security guards spilled from the stairwell.
“No one leaves the hotel!” one barked. “There’s a suspect on the loose.”
Killian swallowed hard. They were trapped.
In the dimly lit hallway, the woman turned to him, her hands shaking.
“I don’t even know your name.”
“Killian.”
“Monica.”
He squeezed her hand. “Monica, I’m getting you out of here.”
She let out a small, broken laugh. “This feels like a fairy tale.”
He arched a brow. “A fairy tale?”
“Escaping a monster. Waiting for a miracle.”
Killian exhaled. “Then let’s make a wish.”
A loudspeaker crackled overhead.
“The suspect has been identified. The hotel is reopening.”
Killian tensed. They had minutes.
The husband’s voice echoed from behind. “Monica! You can’t run from me!”
Her hand clenched around his. “I have a plan.”
The hotel lobby bustled. Killian and Monica slipped through the crowd. The front doors loomed ahead.
Then—
“Monica!”
Her husband shoved through the guests, his rage like wildfire. Killian turned to fight, but Monica stopped him.
“No. Let me handle this.”
She stepped forward, pulling something from her pocket—a thick wad of cash.
“You always wanted money.” Her voice wavered. “Take it and let me go.”
The man’s eyes flickered. For a split second, greed overshadowed anger. He snatched the cash, his grip loosening.
Killian yanked Monica’s hand. “Run.”
They bolted into the city.
As the night air kissed their faces, Monica let out a breath that wasn’t just relief—it was freedom.
She turned to Killian, eyes brimming with something new—hope.
“If you had all the money in the world,” she asked softly, “what would you wish for?”
Killian smiled. “A cabin in the mountains.”
She grinned. “Just the two of us?”
His fingers laced through hers. “Just us.”
And as they disappeared into the night, they knew—
they had finally escaped the golden cage.
No amount of money leads to happiness. Only love and freedom can.
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