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"They’re gone for now. But he’s right. They’ll be back. And they won't use a lawyer next time." Lucian looked at his son, then at his wife. The joy of the wedding had been replaced by a grim reality. They weren't just a family anymore; they were a fortress under siege. "We need to move," Lucian said, his 'Shark' persona fully submerged in 'Protector' mode. "The penthouse isn't safe. The Hamptons aren't safe." "Where is left?" Elara asked. Lucian looked at Isabella. "The Island. The one Grandfather bought in the seventies that isn't on any modern map."

The kind that started with a woman deciding to take her life back and ended somewhere she couldn't quite see yet but knew the direction of. Isla came by that evening. She had developed the habit of Sunday evenings at the apartment, folding herself into the corner of the couch with wine and opinions about everything. Dorian was usually there too, arriving separately and pretending this was coincidental, which it had not been for about six weeks. "I've been writing something," Lia said. Isla looked at her over the rim of her glass. Interested immediately. "What kind of something?" "I don't know exactly. A memoir maybe. About the last two years. Starting with Julian and ending... I don't know w

So happy I wanted to cry. I wanted to share the joy with someone right away. But when I thought about it, there was no one. Since becoming Enzo’s mistress, I’d been too ashamed to keep in touch with any old friends. No lover. No family. No friends. That was my reality. That night, Leo drove me back to the Long Island mansion to pack. I wasn’t taking any of the luxury things Enzo had given me—just my own cheap clothes and books. When I got out of the car, Leo handed me a new scarf. “Put this on, senior. The wind’s strong. Call it a gift from me.”

Curiosity tingling within me, I opened the file and my eyes widened in disbelief as I saw the contents. It was a document outlining the ownership of an entire island. My breath caught in my throat, and I looked up at Liam, my voice barely a whisper. "You... you got me an island?" He nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "I wanted to give you something extraordinary, something that reflects the depth of my love for you. An island, where we can create new memories and escape from the world whenever we desire." I was speechless, my mind struggling to comprehend the magnitude of his gift.

"Let's finish up and set the table. We've got a victory to celebrate tonight!" As we wrapped up our cooking and sat down to enjoy the meal. Despite all the challenges, these moments with my kids made everything worth it. JOCELIA'S POV I reached Long Island using G****e Maps, following the directions to the address Mr. Davenport had sent me. As I drove closer, I realized the location was a ship dock. Typical of him, he was probably on his yacht, partying with local women again. I rolled my eyes but kept driving until I finally reached the dock.

Naomi Ilsa ended up taking us to a heavy iron gate in the LA hills, not far from where I believed Gavril’s mansion was. “Why are you in LA?” I asked, remembering the lovely island that Roman owned in the Gulf of Mexico. Ilsa shot me a dark look. “Were you not paying attention? Didn’t I tell you we were looking for you?”

Long Zitian replied, unwilling to answer Long Chen’s question about Yi Tong. “Ahhhh, I’m sure he caused trouble and wasn’t cared for by his parents.” “Ahaha, you’re right.” With that, Long Chen finished the wine in his glass. Long Zitian continued to explain to Long Chen about the island, how it was, and what the place Long Chen was heading to was like. He also mentioned what was there and which places Long Chen must not go to while there to avoid disappearing or falling into the bottomless sea. “Well, there’s another thing you should know—the island has become somewhat strange lately. Since the last time I left, there have been no signs that the following year will be the same as now.”

“You must try the lemon pie, Anna. It tastes absolutely heavenly. The meringue they top it with is made using Italian techniques.” “Oh thank you, Mrs. Hampton,” Anna replied. “I was eyeing it for dessert.” Then turning to Cobalt and his father, she said, “My husband really does tell me that The Isles offers a lot of learning opportunities business-wise. But you have to be careful, Cobalt, the country is also laced in deceit. You might even find yourself in the center of harmful rumors.” Elisa smirked into her champagne glass. That’ll teach her father and brother. They got their hopes up when Anna accepted their invitation after declining Spencer Landon’s.

I didn’t realize how tightly I’d been wound until I heard Isla humming in the kitchen—faint, distracted, and utterly normal. For the first time in years, I felt like I was home. Not in a penthouse. Not in a boardroom. Here. With them. After dinner, Leo begged for one more story. Isla rolled her eyes but smiled. “Fine. One. Then bath and bed.” He looked up at me hopefully. “You read it?” I nodded. “Yeah, kid. Let’s do it.” Isla watched me tuck him in again. She didn’t say anything. Just lingered in the doorway, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

I watched the coastline scroll by, trying to feel something other than emptiness. This was paradise. This was what people worked their whole lives to achieve. So why did it feel like exile? --- The house was everything Isabella had promised. Sprawling and modern, all glass and white stone, perched on a cliff overlooking the Pacific. "Home," Isabella said softly as we pulled through the gates. Aria was already asleep again, exhausted by the day's adventures. I carried her out of the car, her head heavy on my shoulder. "She's had quite a day," Tony said with a smile. "First time in New York?"