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Yet, for Sieghal, Shira is the last place he wants to be. After paying the taxi fare, Sieghal stepped out with his small suitcase. There it was—a peninsula with hundreds of boats lined up on the shore and a small village that was his leading destination after flying out of Las Vegas. Seeing the row of moored fishing boats, Sieghal felt nothing. But as his gaze drifted to the sea, an old fear washed over him. And here he was, at the house he left thirteen years ago. It hadn't changed; everything looked the same—from the window frames to the sturdy old wood beams holding up the ceiling. It seemed like his dad hadn't bothered to change a thing.

As if the world itself had paused to see what they’d do next. The beach house was perched on a bluff overlooking the Atlantic, sleek, modern, and eerily untouched. The kind of home built to impress, not to live in. Adrian punched in the security code, and the glass doors slid open with a hushed mechanical sigh. Inside, everything gleamed, white walls, marble counters, linen curtains fluttering in the breeze. But it wasn’t the house that made Amelia pause. It was the view. The ocean spread before her in endless folds of blue and steel. No cities. No towers. Just the raw pulse of the sea, as vast and restless as her thoughts.

i bend to pick something that fell down and notice Josh hands on her laps, ouch. “We’ve arrived animals” Miles says. The new beach house was everything Marcus had promised. They were three floors of white stone and glass facing an endless blue horizon. The ocean breeze was everything. Everyone spilled out with the excitement of kids on summer break, but the air between me and her was heavier than the sea breeze. “Wow, this place is insane!” Elle shouted, dragging Luke toward the balcony. Josh whistled. “Guess the big guy’s got taste.” “Guess you’re still talking,” I muttered.

Not like Baron isn’t standard for a billionaire, but there’s something about vanities that only traveling agents can provide and this beach house is one of them! On our way down, I shut my eyes for a brief second, falling into a light sleep with Prescott dozing off in my arms. We’re both jet-lagged. It takes a few more minutes before we arrive at the luxury beach house. It’s not short of anything they promised. It has a stunning design with big windows and spacious porches. The walls are made of wood and stone, and blends nicely with the ocean view. The porch wraps around the house, just perfect for enjoying the sea breeze and sunset views... Better still, making sweet love.

She was twenty-four, had just quit her soul-crushing corporate job in Manhattan, and had decided to spend the entire summer in this rental on the coast of Maine before figuring out what came next in her life. The beach house was perfect, a sprawling property right on the water, private beach access, floor-to-ceiling windows, a deck that wrapped around the entire structure. She'd found it listed on an exclusive rental site: Private beach house, three months minimum rental, owner-occupied caretaker cottage on property. The price was reasonable considering the location and luxury. Lily had signed the lease sight unseen, desperate to escape the city. Now, on her f

Why did that name come out of nowhere? The beach house sat on a quiet stretch of coastline far enough from the city to feel borrowed from another life. White walls. Wide glass windows. Salt in the air and the constant distant hush of waves rolling against the shore. It wasn't luxurious in the showy way people posted online. It was quieter than that. Expensive in a way that assumed it had nothing to prove. Caelith stood beside the open passenger door and stared at it while the sea wind pushed strands of hair across her face.

CHAPTER 1: THE GAME The beach house was chaos, and I loved it. Our families had rented a massive beachfront property for the summer — white walls, floor-to-ceiling windows that reflected the endless blue of the ocean, a private span of sand that seemed to go on forever. The house had three stories, a wraparound balcony with lounge chairs and umbrellas, and a pool that gleamed like a jewel in the afternoon sun. It was the kind of place that only belonged in magazines, the kind of place normal people only dreamed of, and the kind of place where memories were made.

Celia’s POV The Annenberg Community Beach House features spectacular views, a children's play area / splash pad and a historic pool and Marion Davies Guest House offering docent tours as well as classes and rentals. It is a public facility, open to all with no membership required. This unique place is one of the reasons why Santa Monica is considered one of LA's nicest beaches! Back on the Beach Café is also on site and offers beachfront breakfast, lunch, and dinner. This is the first and only thing I came to know about in LA. Ryan and I are walking in the sand. The wind is roaring today. I wish I had tied my hair. It is falling into my mouth whenever I opened my it to respond.

I looked at him but he drove as it was totally normal to kidnap a girl, then sleep with her, declare her his and then hold her hand. I looked at the heavenly view infront of me. The black Masarati now stood parked in the sand. The waves moved with full flow as the sun glistened on them. There was no one on the beach and that made it more relaxing. Just a few yards from the beach, stood a beach house. It was a small cottage type thing, with brick walls and a small lounge with an open kitchen and two bedrooms. This house was just my taste. I couldn't wait to lie on the beach, read my book and relax.

The three of us had found an awesome beach house to rent for the week, and we were planning on spending the whole time relaxing on the beach, taking in the local night scene, and just having fun. The house was a two hour cab ride away, and it was beautiful. The pictures didn’t do it justice. It was three stories, white with balconies, and it had a pool with a party patio in the back. There were six rooms, a kitchen, game room, and living room. “I might just have to buy this place,” Rina commented while she searched out a room. “Wait for me, Rina,” Elli called after her.