SURVIVAL Stranded on a Depreciate Island With Girls

The smooth pulse of the water hitting the hull of the luxury yacht echoed in his throbbing head. His eyes opened slowly, only to find himself tied tightly to a chair, a rough rope pressing against the skin of his wrists. The room was dimly lit, a faint yellow light shining from the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. Darren Shaw, a former mercenary who has become a chef, blinked, trying to understand the situation that had ensnared him. His mind was still foggy, but his consciousness was immediately restored when he saw the face he hated the most now—Eloise Carter, his ex-wife, standing before him with a half-mocking smile. Next to him, a strapping man in an expensive suit stood with a smug grin. Vincent Moreau, a wealthy businessman who was once Darren's friend, is now a traitor who took everything. "I've always wondered how a stupid man like you could get the support of Mr. Arkana?" Vincent said, pouring a red wine and handing it to Eloise, who accepted it elegantly. Darren only growled. He tried to move his wrist, but the rope knot was too strong. "Why did you do this?" His voice was hoarse, his eyes staring sharply at Eloise. The woman chuckled, sipping her wine calmly." You know, Darren, you're too stubborn. I let you nicely give me the cooperation contract, but you refused. I had no choice but to get rid of you." Darren gritted his teeth. He knew precisely what Eloise meant. A woman who was never satisfied with just one man—always looking for an advantage, even if it meant betraying anyone. Vincent grinned and leaned in. "You know, the world is better off without you, Darren. Stupid men can only play with frying pans and spatulas. You don't deserve to take care of this five-star restaurant development project, I do." Darren stared sharply at the man, his anger boiling. He wanted to destroy that arrogant face, but with his hands tied, he could only wait for the opportunity. However, the ship was shaken violently before Darren had time to retaliate. The alarm blared, and red lights flickered throughout the room. "What's going on?!" Vincent shouted. One of his men came in with a panicked face." We hit an iceberg! The engine is dead, and water is starting to come in!" Darren grinned. Even fate was on his side this time. The atmosphere on the ship turned into chaos. Eloise and Vincent hurried out, leaving Darren still tied up. Quickly, he took advantage of the situation—tilting the chair, dropping his body, and rubbing the rope on the sharp edge of the chair. Darren managed to free himself just as the ship was rocked violently again. The sound of an explosion came from the hull, signaling that the situation was getting worse. Without thinking, Darren ran to the deck, only to see a sight that made his heart beat faster—a dark ocean and the shadow of an uninhabited island in the distance. Big waves hit the sinking ship. With no choice, Darren jumped into the sea, swimming as hard as he could away from the boat. Sunlight pierced her eyelids, forcing the girl back to the real world. Her body felt heavy, and her muscles were incredibly sore. She could feel the grains of sand on her face and the waves lapping at her feet. She was still alive. With difficulty, he opened his eyes and found himself stranded on a foreign beach. The blue sea stretched out before him, while in the distance, green forests towered overhead. There was no sign of human life. With what little strength he had left, he got up and saw a man stranded unconscious. The woman approached, but the unexpected happened. The man touched her breasts, which were only covered by a white dress that looked shabby. “Kyaaas!!!!” The man, who was none other than Darren, opened his eyes wide. "Oh my God—!" He quickly withdrew his hand and rolled to the side, avoiding the blow almost hitting his face. The woman stood up with a gasp, her eyes full of contempt. "You think this is an opportunity to abuse someone, huh? What a hooligan!" Darren raised his hands, trying to defuse the situation. "Hey, hey! It was an accident! I just realized it. I didn't even know you were here!" The woman looked at him suspiciously, then sighed harshly. "I can't believe this. I'm stranded on an island with a pervert." Darren glanced around, then groaned in despair." Oh my God... we're stranded!" The island looked wild and untouched, with white sandy beaches and dense forests stretching inland. Darren rubbed his face and got up slowly. "All right, we have to find a way to survive. I will gather resources." The woman folded her hands on her chest. "I'll write an SOS signal on the beach. If a plane passes by, they can see it." Darren raised his eyebrows, looking at her cynically. "Are you serious? Who says there will be a plane that happens to pass by and see the little writing in the sand?" The woman snorted. "At least I'm trying! Not like someone who'd rather play around in the jungle." Darren didn't reply. He knew arguing with a naive person like this wasted time. He took a Swiss Army knife from his pocket and started collecting coconuts from a nearby tree. Water is the top priority in a situation like this, and coconuts are the best source for now. The woman just watched from a distance, clearly still annoyed with Darren. She was busy writing a big "SOS" in the sand with a twig while Darren cracked open the coconut and started drinking it. "I can't believe you thought that would work," she said after a few sips. The woman looked at him sternly. "I can't believe I must survive with a guy like you," she said. Darren grinned. "Brace yourself, Princess. This isn't a five-star hotel. It's the wild, and only the toughest survive." The woman snorted angrily as the sun rose higher in the sky, burning the white sand along the beach. Darren tied up the coconuts he had collected and dragged them to a shadier spot under a tree. He stared at the woman who was still busy writing an SOS message in the sand, repeatedly ensuring the letters were clear. Darren just shook his head. It was useless. Without saying much, he began to explore the shoreline, looking for something useful—pieces of wood, floating objects, or perhaps the remains of an exploded yacht. A few meters from where he was standing, something caught his attention. A body was stranded by the water's edge, half-buried by the sand and the occasional crashing waves. Darren stepped closer.