เข้าสู่ระบบClaire stayed in her room for the rest of the afternoon after Violet left. The more she molded her thoughts over the situation, the more she became determined. She was sick of the confusion – sick of the hesitation. So what? She was only twenty-one and had never been kissed? So what if she was inexperienced in any aspect of the romance department? What of it? She was still a human being. She was more mature and attuned to her body and feelings despite her age. Her father had raised her to be strong and confident in herself. Her mother taught her to be humble and gentle. She was worth the effort and the wait. So why would she be the one to be embarrassed about that kind of stuff? Claire had every right to demand respect, and if Violet Wintour wanted this fake marriage to work, she had to accept that about her. Boundaries were a tricky thing when her job was to have none. The line was always blurred, always shifting underfoot like the deck of a ship. But at least they had a h
Saltwater splashed from both sides of their jet ski as it cut through the waves. Claire tightened her grip, wrapping her arms around Violet’s waist and pressing her chest against her back. It was either that or falling off. Claire had no choice but to hold on tight to the Duchess. The wind whipped through their hair as they skimmed over the turquoise sea. They followed Jonathan and Arthur for a few minutes, but then they rounded a massive limestone formation near the coastline. The ocean opened up into a maze of towering sea stacks and hidden channels. The view was breathtaking, and Claire couldn’t help but admire it while the warm feeling of Violet’s bare shoulder was soft against her cheek. Arthur’s and Jonathan’s jet ski veered toward a wide bay where the rest of the group was heading, but a sudden swell swept Violet’s jet ski off course, sending them down a narrow, sunlit passage between two high cliffs. By the time the Duchess slowed the throttle to navigate the tight bend, t
Eleanor didn't move, and neither did Violet. They stood by the edge of the moonlight, looking at each other with tension in their eyes. They were two women who were supposed to be together forever once upon a time. At least, that was what the Duchess thought. “What kind of stupid question is this?” Violet said, and tried to tug her hand away from Eleanor’s tight grip. Eleanor didn’t let go of her; instead, she stepped closer until they were toe-to-toe. Violet could see the green hue of Eleanor’s sparkling eyes against the light. "Are you really getting married, Violet?" Eleanor murmured. “What does it matter to you?” Violet said, staring back at her. “You and I were over a long time ago.” “I did what I did because I had no other choice,” Eleanor defended. “There are always choices, Eleanor. You were just given one that was better than what I could offer you. But now, looking back, I don’t blame you. You would rather choose a safe, conventional life with a rich noble man than be
As dusk settled over the horizon, Arthur ordered his staff to prepare a lavish dinner right on the deck for his special guests. The head chef and cabin crew arranged an elegantly decorated round table where everyone could dine outside while taking in the spectacular view of the sunset. A cool sea breeze drifted past, carrying with it the gentle, steady rhythm of the waves and the scent of sea salt. As the chef laid down the platters of food and whatnot, Arthur rose from his seat with his usual diner speech. “May I have the pleasure of serving you a once-in-a-lifetime dish, the Almas Beluga Caviar!” Arthur said proudly. “Actually, it’s one of my favorite guilty pleasures. It is quite hard to find these days, but for you, I did not give up, right, Chef Maria?” The beaming chef nodded at her young master. Though it was actually the chef who didn’t give up finding this delicacy for the night. Claire had no clue what it was. She looked blankly as they brought in the golden tins of littl
The luxurious yacht anchored near a secluded beach, its shore ringed by pristine turquoise water and powdery white sand. Two speedboats were already waiting to ferry the guests ashore.“Ladies and gentlemen, may I ask those of you who wish to experience the shark dive to please come with me?” a dive instructor announced with a wide smile. “We’ll get you geared up and ready to experience one of the most breathtaking moments of your lives!”Claire started to leave, but Violet grabbed her elbow and held her back.“Where do you think you’re going?” the Duchess demanded.“To get changed for my first diving experience. Why?” Claire countered with a frown.“Are you serious right now?”“I never said I was kidding, Your Grace,” Claire replied. Before Violet could speak again, Florence appeared.“Ladies, you look tense. What’s going on?” she asked.“She wants to dive with the sharks!” Violet hissed. “Who would be responsible if she comes back missing a limb?”“Relax, Violet. Your bride-to-be is
Once everyone had boarded the Starchaser, Captain Rodriguez led them on a brief tour of the yacht. Anywhere Claire looked, it felt like she was in a massive spaceship, with all the glossy interior, fancy lighting, and luxurious furniture. The Starchaser's sleek corridors gleamed with polished wood and soft lighting, a quiet testament to the opulence Arthur’s father had spared no expense to manifest.“We hope to make your stay an unforgettable experience,” the captain said after the tour. "Your luggage will be delivered to your rooms. Anything you need, don’t hesitate to let any of our crew know. They are under my command just as much as yours.”“Thank you, Cap,” Arthur replied. “Our lives are in your capable hands for the next two nights.”“My pleasure,” the captain said with a smile, offering a smart salute before shaking Arthur’s hand.Arthur turned back to his friends, his excitement palpable in the room. “Tonight’s special dinner will be on the deck. Chef Mariah’s marvelous creati







