The next morning, Daddy didn’t let me dwell in my thoughts for long.
After breakfast, he took my hand and led me to his private study. He sat me on his lap in front of the large monitor and opened a folder filled with photos and drone videos.
“This is where we’re going,” he said quietly, voice filled with quiet pride. “My private island.”
The screen lit up with breathtaking images.
Crystal-clear turquoise water surrounded a lush, green paradise. A modern but elegant villa sat on a cliff overlooking the ocean, with floor-to-ceiling glass walls, an infinity pool that seemed to merge with the sea, and a private beach that stretched for miles. There were no neighbors. No paparazzi. No judgment.
Just us.
I stared, mesmerized, as Daddy scrolled through the images.
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