One day left.
The words echoed in my head like a death sentence as I moved through the villa. Tonight was the night. Midnight at the north cove. The lawyer’s boat. My only chance to get the children away from this island and the man who had murdered my mother to own me.
I spent the morning with Alex and Sofia on the beach, memorizing every laugh, every smile, every innocent moment. My hand never left my pregnant belly. I was carrying Alexander’s third child — a child who deserved better than growing up in this beautiful prison.
Alexander watched us from the terrace again. He had barely left my side for days. His love had become a cage with no doors.
When the children napped after lunch, he found me in our bedroom. I was packing a small hidden bag with extra clothes for the escape when
