Three days left.
The countdown consumed me. Every sunrise brought me closer to the lawyer’s promised rescue — and closer to the terrifying possibility that Alexander would discover my plan before I could get our children off this island.
I spent the morning on the beach with Alex and Sofia, forcing myself to laugh as they built sandcastles and chased waves. My hand never left my pregnant belly, as if I could shield the new life inside me from the storm that was coming. The rose-gold collar around my neck felt like a shackle, beautiful and deadly.
Alexander watched us from the terrace, his powerful frame relaxed in a white linen shirt, but his eyes never left me. He had barely left my side since the night he caught me in the study. His love had always been possessive, but now it felt lik
