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The private jet hummed around them like a cocoon...low engine thrum vibrating through the cream leather seats, soft cabin lights dimmed to a warm amber glow. They’d taken off just after dawn; the sky outside the oval windows was still bruised with night, stars fading one by one as the plane climbed toward the Mediterranean.Aria reclined in the wide seat that folded almost flat, a cashmere throw draped loosely over her lap. She wore only Ethan’s white button-down..sleeves rolled to her elbows, the hem brushing the tops of her thighs. No bra, no panties. The shirt smelled like him: cedarwood cologne, clean cotton, the faint musk of last night’s skin. Every time she shifted, the fabric dragged across her still-sensitive nipples, reminding her of his mouth, his fingers, the way he’d unraveled her until she could barely speak.Ethan sat across from her, sleeves pushed up, tie long discarded. He’d been reviewing something on his tablet when they boarded, but the screen had gone dark twe

Brandon Ford'“Two first-class tickets to Athens, connecting to Santorini. Ninety minutes until wheels up.”The woman on the phone practically snapped to attention when I said my name. “Right away, Mr. Ford. Your seats have been confirmed. The lounge access and fast-track security are ready.”I hung up and looked at Tamara. She was still gripping her purse like it was a life raft, eyes fixed on the rain hitting the window in fat, angry drops.“You backing out?” I asked straight. No sugar.She shook her head fast. “No. I just… I feel sick. Like I’m about to stab my best friend in the back.”“You’re not stabbing her. You’re handing her the knife so she can cut herself free.” I leaned back against the seat. “Big difference.”She let out a short, bitter laugh. “You make it sound easy.”“It’s not.” I rubbed my jaw. Felt the stubble I hadn’t bothered shaving. “But staying quiet while he lies to her every damn day? That’s worse.”The driver merged onto the airport expressway. Streetlights fl

AriaSunlight spilled through the sheer white curtains, warm and golden, painting the bedroom in soft light. The gentle crash of waves against the distant shore drifted through the open balcony doors, mingling with the faint scent of salt and blooming bougainvillea.For a moment, I lay still beneath the cool linen sheets, letting the quiet settle around me. The room felt peaceful in a way that almost seemed unreal. Santorini had always looked beautiful in pictures, but waking up here felt different. The whitewashed walls glowed under the morning sun, and the deep blue of the Aegean stretched endlessly beyond the terrace.Then I felt movement beside me.Ethan shifted quietly, careful not to wake me, or at least he thought he was being careful. I kept my eyes closed, listening as he slid out of bed. His footsteps were soft against the marble floor.A moment later, the faint clink of dishes drifted in from the small kitchenette attached to the suite.I smiled faintly against the pillow.

AriaThe water around us had gone still again, the earlier laughter fading into a softer quiet. The sun hovered high above the cliffs, and the white villas scattered along the hillside gleamed so brightly that I had to squint whenever I glanced up.Ethan’s arms were still loosely around my waist, keeping us afloat near the edge of the infinity pool. The warmth of his body contrasted with the cool water, and for a moment I allowed myself to simply enjoy it.This was what our honeymoon was supposed to feel like.Peaceful. Easy. Just the two of us.Ethan rested his chin lightly against my shoulder. “You look like you’re thinking too hard again.”I turned my head slightly. “Is thinking a crime now?”“On a honeymoon?” he said with a faint smile. “Absolutely.”I laughed softly.His fingers traced idle circles along my lower back, absent-minded but comforting.For a few seconds neither of us spoke. The breeze shifted across the terrace, carrying the scent of the sea and distant flowers.Then

AriaThe late afternoon sun had begun to dip lower in the sky, casting long golden shadows across the terrace. The air had cooled slightly, and the soft breeze carried the distant scent of the sea along with faint laughter drifting from somewhere down the hill.I stood near the edge of the infinity pool, wringing the last drops of water from my hair while Ethan gathered the towels from the lounge chairs behind me.The afternoon had slipped by quietly.After our lazy swim and sunbathing, we had gone inside to shower and change. Now I wore a soft white sundress that brushed against my thighs whenever the wind picked up.For a moment, everything felt peaceful again.Too peaceful.Ethan glanced at his watch. “She’ll probably be here in another hour.”“Tamara?” I asked, though I already knew.He nodded.“That’s what she said.”I folded my arms loosely and leaned against the railing overlooking the sea.“Does she know exactly where the villa is?”“I sent her the address earlier.”I hummed s