I’m Trapped on a Private Island With the Man I’ve Secretly Craved For Three Years
The seaplane’s engine fades into the distance, leaving nothing but the sound of waves and my own racing heartbeat.
I stand barefoot on the warm white sand, staring at the luxurious beach villa in front of me. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls. Private infinity pool. A king-sized bed I can already see through the open master bedroom doors.
This was supposed to be my romantic getaway with Ryan. A chance to finally reconnect after three years of marriage where he’s been too busy “building the empire” to touch me properly.
Instead, I’m completely alone.
Or so I thought.
The moment I wheel my suitcase inside and step into the cool, air-conditioned villa, I see it — a large black leather duffel bag on the marble f
