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Ethan and Caleb breached the surface right behind us, their tactical weapons held high above the white foam, their expressions locked into masks of absolute, lethal iron. The tropical storm tore through the dark palm trees lining the coast, the freezing rain slashing violently against my bare skin. My emerald green silk dress was completely ruined, torn down the front from the impact, leaving my breasts and thighs entirely exposed to the elements. We scrambled onto the rocky beach, coughing up salt water, the adrenaline surging through my veins so violently it felt like a physical poison.

Chapter 5: Stormy Night Claiming The tropical storm descended on Voss Island without mercy just after sunset. Winds howled through the palms like angry spirits. Rain lashed the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa in violent sheets. Thunder cracked so loudly the glass vibrated. Power flickered once, then died completely, plunging the entire island into darkness broken only by the brilliant flashes of lightning. Elena paced her suite, nerves frayed. The storm mirrored the chaos inside her — the constant push and pull between defiance and the growing, terrifying need for the man who ruled every inch of this paradise.

Got you 💙 Let’s do this right. No shortcuts. Real, quiet, healing. Here’s *Chapter 21: Come Home* --- *Chapter 21: Almost Happy* The wind off the water was sharper now. Hector kept his arms around Beatrice. He wasn’t counting the minutes. He was counting her breaths Behind them, Simy hadn’t moved. He stood a few feet away with his hands in his hoodie pockets, watching the waves like they’d personally offended him. His jaw was tight. He looked sad. Helpless. Like he wanted to fix it and didn’t know how.

When I met Wynnie’s furious, threatening stare, I put on a faint smile and scoffed, “Wynnie, do you really think everyone is as shameless and despicable as you and Ash?” “Miles, you b*stard! Even now you’re still refusing to admit it! Just wait, once we’re back in the country, I’m divorcing you! I…” Before she could finish, I pulled a document from my bag and placed it unceremoniously in front of her face. “Let’s not wait. Let’s get divorced right now! I’ve already printed the papers. All you need to do is sign them.” My voice was ice cold. There was not a trace of humor in it.

“You’ve known me for two weeks.” “And?” “You’re acting like you’ve known me for years.” Luca met her gaze. “Some people are easy to understand.” “Am I one of them?” “No.” She laughed. “That’s more accurate.” The wind brushed through her hair as she walked closer to the edge of the overlook. Below them, the dark river moved slowly under the lights of the bridge. “I hate Victor Hale,” she said suddenly. Luca joined her beside the railing. “Most people do.” “He thinks he can scare me.”

I asked. "You will see" came his abrupt reply as we approached one of the numerous parked cars littered around his mansion. Emilia watched the waves bang across the rocks, causing a vociferous thud. The salty air slapped across her cheeks, and the wind whipped her hair in various directions. She tucked her hair by the side of her ear and focused on the enthralling beauty of the beach. Everything felt so serene and surreal to her. Marco had literally brought her to the beach. She couldn't remember the last time she came to the beach. She hardly had time for recreational activities.

SARAH Everything happened like a movie in my eyes, my mind still lingering in the shock of it all. For a fleeting moment, I held unto Emilio, crying so bitterly on his bloody chest. The wind grew fierce around us, howling loudly in my ear and blowing tendrils of my hair towards my face. Lightening flashed across the sky and thunder rumbled in the distant sky. The storm started softly, but it didn’t take long before it became a tempest. Emilio can't die! He can't leave me!

Lexa Austin brushes my shoulder as he moves in front of me, the two of us towering over the beach on our perch high above the waves. Without the fires, the beach is practically invisible, but it’s the silence that’s unnerving. I look out over the water with the slightest turn of my head. It’s a clear, beautiful night… at least, it was. A strange storm funnels toward the shoreline, smoke-like tendrils of dark mist creeping over the sea in whirls and swirls that carry the unmistakable taste of… copper. The mist floods the beach. Strange orange-hued lightning crackles in the silent storm beyond without the warning of thunder.

Patricia said to them. The waves from the ocean were so strong that people swimming at the tip of the ocean quickly ran out of the ocean. The ocean created a huge storm and the ship on it capsized into the ocean. People around the ocean suddenly turned into statues. From beneath the ocean came out a huge crystal house. The ocean and its surroundings turn into dry land. The people who had turned into statues exploded and turned to sand. Inside the crystal house were dried bones of dead people. Smoke emanated from the underground and it turned to Emily. Emily laughed viciously and raised the dry bones to life and turned them to her knights.

Most of the text was distorted save for a few lines. ‘…; anon with many a tear, Where on the beach the roaring waters rolled, Crept moaning his dear earth’ The other page also had a single passage that stood out. ‘… Then he bewail’d His native isle, with pensive steps and slow Pacing the border of the billowy flood, Forlorn;’ I stood in front of the pages for a while, reading them until I could see the image of the pages in my head. Something about it struck me. My head cocked to the side as I stared at the words.