Jillian ran through the front heavy doors without looking back.
Her bare feet hit the sharp gravel on the driveway.
Every step sent a sharp pain straight up her leg.
She kept moving because stopping meant going back to that room.
Behind her, the large iron gates stood wide open.
Two security guards in dark suits shouted her name.
Their heavy boots crunched loudly against the loose ground.
Jillian pressed her arm against her side where her ribs hurt.
Her simple floral dress flapped wildly in the morning wind.
She had left her shoes and her phone on the floor.
Nothing mattered except reaching the main road outside the estate.
Her heart pounded against her chest like a trapped bird.
The mansion had felt like a golden cage for three years.
Her father had built the empire through decades of hard work.
Then he fell ill and everything changed overnight.
Her uncle Arthur had moved into the guest house last month.
He brought his own security staff to manage the estate grounds.
They locked the private offices and changed all the entry codes.
Jillian was told it was for her own safety and protection.
She realized the truth only an hour ago in the study.
She found the forged inheritance papers inside her father's desk drawer.
Arthur had signed her father's name to transfer all assets.
The legal documents handed over the family business completely to him.
When she threatened to call the police, the guards stepped in.
They took her phone and locked her inside the upper library.
She managed to open the window and drop to the balcony.
Now she was running for her life toward the highway.
The hot pavement hurt her bare soles as she reached the exit.
She looked left and right along the quiet country road.
No public buses ran through this wealthy suburban area.
Her lungs burned from the fast sprint down the hill.
The footsteps behind her were growing louder by the second.
She turned around and saw the two guards closing the distance.
Then the deep hum of a car engine echoed nearby.
A heavy black luxury vehicle rounded the sharp curve fast.
Jillian raised her arms frantically to block the paved lane.
The driver slammed on the brakes and stopped right there.
The automatic door lock clicked open with a soft metallic sound.
Jillian did not hesitate for a single second.
She pulled the door handle and dove straight inside.