As the jet descended over the azure waters, the pristine coastline of the private resort became visible—white sands stretching for miles, the gentle sway of palm trees, and the soft, rhythmic lapping of waves against the shore. Catherine couldn’t help but stare out the window, her eyes wide as the beauty of the place unfolded before her. She hadn’t expected this—she hadn’t expected any of this.
Lucius remained as composed as ever, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. There was no sign of the tense man she had seen in the city, no reminder of the drama and headlines. In this moment, he seemed almost like another person, his usual arrogance masked by the tranquillity of the sea.
As the jet touched down with a soft hum, the ground crew was already prepared to welcome them, moving with eff
