The private jet touched down on a secluded island in the Caribbean, a slice of paradise that Harrison had chosen for their honeymoon. The island was a picture of serenity, with its white sandy beaches, crystal-clear waters, and lush tropical foliage. Amelia looked out the window as the plane taxied to a stop, a mixture of excitement and unease swirling in her chest. This was supposed to be a time for them to relax, to enjoy each other away from the pressures of their world. But as much as she wanted to believe in the illusion of paradise, she knew that the shadows of their life together wouldn’t be so easily left behind.
Harrison turned to her, his hand reaching for hers, his smile warm and genuine. “Welcome to our own private world, Mrs. Blake,” he said, his voice filled with a rare soft
