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Ibenta ni Cressia Montinola ang sarili sa halagang isang milyon sa isang hindi niya kilalang lalaki upang pambayad sa operasyon ng kanyang ama. Ngunit sa kasawiang-palad, hindi niya pa rin ito nailigtas sa kapahamakan. Nagbunga ang gabing iyon, at pinalaki niya ang bata nang mag-isa—walang karamay na ama. Sa muli nilang pagtatagpo, hindi siya nakilala ng lalaki. Nais niyang ilihim ang kanilang anak, ngunit mapagbiro ang tadhana. Ang squatter area kung saan siya naninirahan ay pagmamay-ari mismo ng lalaki. He is Damon Moretti, a Filipino-Italian billionaire, and a successful businessman.

Morgan is just trying to survive her cousin’s destination wedding in Bermuda. She didn’t come prepared for emotional damage, and she certainly didn't expect the biggest drama of the weekend to involve a head injury, a blocked tunnel, and a very confusing run-in with three dudes dressed like they raided a Pirates of the Caribbean casting call. Turns out they’re not LARPing. They aren't actors. It's not a fun sunset cruise. No. They’re privateers. Like, real ones. From the actual year 1725. And Morgan? She’s stuck. She may have a pretty good handle on how to survive in the wilderness, thanks to her ex-Green Beret dad. But eighteenth-century ships, sexist crewmates, and suspicious captains aren’t exactly her area of expertise. Especially not Flynn, the broody, grumpy, maddeningly handsome Captain who might rather toss her overboard than deal with whatever disaster she’s brought onto his ship. But as danger closes in, from rival ships to secrets Morgan didn’t mean to bring with her, she’ll have to find her place in this brutal new world. That is… if she doesn’t drive Flynn to keelhauling her first. Or fall for him. Maybe both. Adventure, slow-burn tension, and fish-out-of-water chaos collide in this swoony, high-stakes romantic tale across time. For fans of enemies-to-lovers, pirate drama, and heroines who don’t know when to shut the fuck up.

My coworker, Kevin Walter, invited me to join a private messaging chat group of rich women. There are plenty of perks, such as the 300-dollar cash gift he claimed right in front of me. I joined the group out of curiosity and got to know a wealthy woman named Ms. White. After some time together, she invited me on a vacation to a famous tourist city near the country's border. Little did I know, I was close enough to being dragged into a dangerous area abroad to become a live organ donor.