vate yacht, and watched the turquoise water churn below. This was where I died. Not in a hospital bed, not

And Alex, her precious artist, had already been taken to safety while I was left to bleed out on the deck. After I was dead, she found a way to get my fortune, poisoning me in that life, dismembering my bo

g, are you eve

the deck, her white sundress floating around her. She wa

nreasonable. He says we nee

ad me wrapped around her finger.

verge of a breakthrough on that isl

talentless hack who called himself an "influencer artist," was spray-painting rocks and ca

captain had urged us to leave, but Chloe had refused. She' d insisted we wait for Alex to

manipulated and discarded was gone, replaced by someone who knew her soul, and his

, my face a cal

r you wan

on, as always. She had no idea the game had jus

nd urgent. One of the crew members, a young man na

speedboats, approachin

ment, the exact same threat. The calm of the ocean was shattered, replac

oice crackled ov

mmediate departure! I repe

shrill and piercing, a sound

can' t

m, her nails digg

l on the island! His art, Liam! We can