Island Survival: My Story with Six Exotic Beauties

Icy waves washed over me as I struggled to rise from the beach, feeling dizzy and unsteady. I glanced at the coconut trees and jungle bathed in the sunset, tears running down my face. The cruise ship had struck a reef and sunk into the depths of the Pacific Ocean, but I had survived. 'Thank God, I'm still alive!' I exclaimed inwardly. I ran along the beach, trying to forget the painful memory of my wife Joyce having s*x with a wealthy man on the cruise before it hit the reef. Suddenly, a woman's voice came from behind me. "Thank goodness, you're finally awake." I turned to see a French woman with shoulder-length hair looking at me curiously. She was clearly another survivor, soaked from head to toe, her thin shirt clinging to her skin and highlighting her attractive figure. From the way she studied me, I sensed she was a career woman, mentally strong and shrewd. I asked her, "Who are you? Where are we? Are there any other survivors?" She replied, "I'm Kayla Laurent. After the ship hit the reef, we were washed ashore on this deserted island. You're the only male survivor among us." 'Us?' I stood up and looked around. On the beach nearby were several beautiful women, but no other men. Kayla continued, "The ship hit the reef near this island. We were lucky to be washed ashore. Those less fortunate probably didn't escape in time and died on the ship..." Someone was crying. "What do we do now? Will a rescue team come?" Kayla reassured her, "Don't panic. There were billionaires on this cruise, so a rescue team will definitely come. Let's introduce ourselves and work together for the next 48 hours." They began introducing themselves. I noticed all the survivors were young and attractive, each with a unique style. The cheerful one was Julia Sanchez, a t****k influencer in a bikini, with fair skin and a striking figure. Next to her was Lauren Lee, a Korean woman with long black hair and denim shorts. Her appearance seemed enhanced, making her both beautiful and voluptuous. Then there was Tanya Vaughn, a mixed-race girl with brown curly hair and dark skin, an Indian college student. At the back was Jasmine Mitchell, a blonde beauty in a shirt dress from England, looking about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with fair skin and a prominent chest hidden beneath the dress. Further away was a woman in a veil, dressed like an Arab. Among these strangers was the last person I wanted to see—my wife, Joyce. I stared at her, and she glared back with resentment. Joyce was beautiful, a voluptuous woman with long dark brown hair. I had once loved her deeply, considering her my life. To give her a prosperous life, I became a mercenary, risking my life in dangerous places around the world. But Joyce wasn't satisfied and had s*x with other men to pursue the pleasure of desire. The story began a week ago. I had returned home to New York with 300,000 dollars after a mission in the Middle East, only to find two used condoms in the trash. To discover the goddamn bastard she was seeing, I pretended to leave for a mission in Ukraine but instead followed Joyce onto the cruise ship, where I saw her making love to an old man. Joyce sat on his lap, shamelessly moving her body and making lewd groans. I was almost driven mad with rage. I pulled out a knife and charged at the old man, but then the ship crashed into a reef, and I was sent flying by the impact. Then, I lost consciousness. When I awoke, I found myself on this deserted island. At that moment, Joyce pointed at me and said, "We shouldn't stay with him. He's a murderer. He's very dangerous!" Hearing this, and remembering Joyce having s*x with the old man on the cruise, I was furious. "Joyce, you shameless b*tch! You cheated on me with an old bastard. I didn't expose you for your reputation, yet you accuse me of being a murderer?" I continued, "During the three years of marriage, I bought you a house, a car, jewelry, bags, and all kinds of designer clothes. I earned them risking my life! I fought in foreign lands for you, and you betrayed me!" Joyce scoffed, "I didn't force you to give me money from killing! You're always away, fighting, with no time for me. I've been lonely. What's wrong with pursuing true love?" Hearing this, Lauren added with righteous indignation, "Joyce, I think you're right. Every woman has the right to pursue true love." Tanya tried to persuade me, "Mr. Jaxon Fraser, you and Joyce are not meant to be together. You don't have time for her. Just leave her. Give both her and yourself freedom." I shouted, "This b*tch betrayed me and stole millions of my assets. Today, I must take back what's mine!" In anger, I clenched my fists and stepped forward. Joyce screamed as she backed away, "Look, guys, he's a merciless murderer! Stay away from him!" ***** Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading and being part of this journey! If you'd like to keep going, you can download Ringdom (our male-oriented fiction app) or Dreame (our female-oriented fiction app) and continue the story there—along with thousands of other exciting reads!