Clear evidence

Nathaniel's POVBy 6:00 PM, we were at the precinct. The air inside was thick with the smell of burnt coffee and old paper. The detective assigned to our case was a man who looked like he hadn’t slept since the late nineties. He had heavy bags under his eyes and a weary expression that suggested he’d seen too many family disputes to care about ours.He asked the basic questions about names, addresses, and relationship to the suspect with a dry, monotonous voice. Then, he tapped his pen on the desk. "I’ll need to question you separately. Miss Tokes, come with me."I watched them walk into a small, glass-walled room. I could see her through the partition, looking small but determined. About twenty minutes later, she was ushered out, and it was my turn.I sat across from the detective. He didn't look impressed by my suit or my name. "So, Mr. Coop. You claim the suspect held a weapon to the victim’s head. Did you actually see him pull the trigger?""He didn't need to pull it for it to be

The past unveiled

Ariana’s POV I didn't let him hide under the covers. I kicked them back, wanting to see every inch of him in the moonlight. Nathaniel didn't hesitate; he pulled down his sweatpants, and his cock bounced out, thick and firm. Even in the dim light, I could see the familiar dark, flushed head was already glistening, leaking a small trail of anticipation.He started to stroke himself and I watched his muscles ripple in his arms and chest with every movement. He wasn't being gentle, probably because he was driven by the same hunger I felt. After a few seconds, I couldn't just watch. I reached out, my fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft, feeling the frantic pulse of his heart beneath the skin.He groaned, his head falling back against the headboard. "Ariana," he rasped, his pace quickening. I leaned in, my breath hot against his skin, and began to trail my tongue along the underside, following the vein that throbbed with every stroke.When I felt his body go rigid, his breath hit

Family reunion

Ariana’s POV "What?"The word left both mine and Nathaniel’s mouths at the same time. I sat there, paralyzed, as I looked at the man sitting across from me. James, the CEO of CloudWorkers, was now a full-blown mess. He wasn't just sniffling anymore; he was sobbing into his hands, his shoulders shaking with a grief that looked absolutely unconsolable.People from the surrounding tables were starting to stare. "James, please," my mother whispered, her own eyes red. She looked at me with a pained expression. "Go out for a minute, get some air."James nodded weakly, grabbed his handkerchief, and stumbled toward the exit. I watched him go, my mind spinning. I turned back to Eunice. "How... is this for real? Is this some kind of joke?""It’s no joke, Ariana," she said softly. "Before I left Arthur, I found James again. I found out that he never married. He never moved on. He told me he still loved me and that he regretted his cowardice every single day of his life. I decided to go back to

Sounds of a new life

Nathaniel’s POV Two weeks had passed, and for the first time in my life, I truly understood what people meant when they talked about stability.Our days had settled into a rhythm of domestic bliss. Ariana spent her mornings doing her remote data analysis work from the sunroom, her laptop humming as she navigated the spreadsheets for CloudWorkers—her biological father’s company, ironically enough. I went into the office, handled the board, and watched the stock prices continue their steady climb back to record highs.The threats that once loomed over us had lost their teeth and even my mother had shifted her tactics. Once she realized that Ariana was the daughter of a CEO that was doing well for himself, her hostility vanished, replaced by a sudden, frantic interest in wedding planning. It was an emotional whiplash, but I’d take her overbearing "guidance" over her active sabotage any day.The day for the court hearing finally arrived. It was a crisp morning, and as we pulled up to the

The end

Ariana’s POV I gripped the armrests of the plane seat, focusing on my breathing. I was desperately hoping my breakfast wouldn't make a reappearance. After the crash, I’d told myself I would never step foot on a plane again, but Nathaniel had convinced me. He called the crash a fluke, a one-in-a-billion accident that wouldn't happen twice. Still, as the small aircraft dipped toward the turquoise water, my heart was in my throat. The plane touched down on the familiar stretch of sand and slowed to a halt. We climbed down, and almost immediately, the pilot took off again. I watched it disappear into a speck in the blue sky, and for a second, panic flared in my chest. We were alone. Again. Then I looked around. "Nathaniel?" I breathed. The island had been transformed. It wasn't the coarse, dangerous place we had fought to survive in. It looked like a luxury getaway. Near the edge of the tree line, a beautiful open-air pavilion had been set up, draped in soft white linen. There were c

All Chapters of Stranded on an Island with Mr. CEO: Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

Clear evidence

The past unveiled

Family reunion

Sounds of a new life

The end