Chapter 135: Overboard

Heath’s anguished scream tore through the night sky, thick with despair and regret.

He could only watch, helpless, as the woman he loved slipped away like a dry leaf caught in the wind—carried off into the darkness, swallowed by the unforgiving sea.

The splash that followed echoed like a blade plunging straight into his heart. Every drop of blood in his veins turned to ice.

Then, without hesitation, he leapt in after her.

By the time Steve rushed over, Heath had already disappeared into the black water.

Panic surged in Steve’s chest, but he forced himself to stay calm. He barked orders at the security crew, calling for backup. Within seconds, they were lowering a rescue boat, guards scrambling aboard in life jackets, flashlights in hand.

But the lavish lights of the yacht reached only so far—the rest of the ocean remained shrouded in thick, ominous dark.

There was no sign of Prisley. No sign of Heath.

The music had stopped.

Guests gathered, murmuring in confusion and fear.

“What happ