–Sophia–
So my fiancé said we were going to visit the island he recently purchased. Casual. Just an island. There was a yacht—a big one—waiting for us, white and gleaming against the ocean like it belonged in a billionaire fantasy. We all hopped in, laughter carried by the salt air as the engine hummed beneath our feet. The sea smelled clean and wild, sun-warmed and endless.
We stopped by the villa first. The moment we stepped inside, Kai pushed me playfully into our master bedroom—and before I could even process it, the door clicked shut behind me.
"I'll see you later," he said, already backing away.
I frowned.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to deal with a few things."
Before I could protest, his mother's voice floated in, warm and commanding.
"Sophia," she called. Kai's two sisters appeared beside her, glowing. "We have a party later." She smiled like she was holding a secret.
"Oh," I chuckled nervously. "Right. We need to be fancy."
