Island King: My Nine Foreign Brides

Randy Brooks opened his eyes, disoriented, as the sunlight streamed down on the beach and the vast ocean stretched before him. He stood there, stunned. The cruise ship had run aground—a maritime disaster—and somehow, he was still alive. "Thank God!" he muttered under his breath. But as the shock of survival wore off, Randy's gaze swept across the beach and the palm trees, only to be met with a grim sight—bodies scattered everywhere, some still floating in the water. He had no idea which island in the Pacific he had landed on. 'Oh my gosh! Am I the only survivor?' Just then, a coughing sound broke through his thoughts. He quickly turned to see who it was. It was Bonnie Jones—his fiancée. The Norman, the cruise ship he had been on, had wrecked, and it was all her fault! Randy and Bonnie had once been college classmates, their love blossoming at a party. After graduation, Randy enlisted in the army, becoming a combat medic. The war in Ukraine, coupled with his desire to provide Bonnie with a good life, had led him to take a job with a European company in the war zone. Facing the overwhelming might of the Russian army, he had survived countless close calls, constantly yearning for the war to end so he could return to Seattle and marry Bonnie. That hope had been his only solace during the darkest days of combat. But a month ago, a friend's phone call had shattered his dreams. Bonnie had cheated on him. Her lover was Andrew Martin Isabella, a banker in his seventies, and they were vacationing in Hawaii together. Upon learning this, Randy immediately left the battlefield, rushed home, bought a ticket, and boarded the Norman. Three years spent in the war zone, risking his life, had seen every penny he earned deposited into Bonnie's account. He had envisioned a grand wedding and a romantic world tour for Bonnie upon his return. But reality had slapped him hard in the face. Just last night, before the shipwreck, he had witnessed Bonnie and that d*mned Andrew entering their cabin. Bonnie had catered to Andrew like a servant, her moans echoing in his mind. At the thought, the pain in Randy's eyes vanished, replaced by a burning rage. He decided to make Bonnie pay for her betrayal. Just then, Bonnie, dressed in a white shirt that accentuated her curvaceous figure, slowly woke up. As her blue eyes focused on Randy standing before her, she screamed in terror, "Oh my god, Randy? What are you doing here? Am I in heaven?" Randy's expression darkened instantly, fury igniting in his bloodshot eyes. 'Heaven? This b*tch must be dreaming!'  His mind raced as he cursed, "You belong in h*ll! You wh*re! I spent three years fighting on that battlefield, risking my life, and you used my money to sleep around behind my back! I'll kill you!" Realizing her secret was exposed, Bonnie instinctively stepped back, fear etched across her face. "I didn't, Randy! You have to believe me!" she pleaded, her voice trembling. But her desperate words only stoked the flames of Randy's rage. He lunged forward, gripping Bonnie by the throat. "You don't deserve my trust!" Bonnie's face flushed as she struggled to breathe, her hands desperately clawing at his grip. "If you kill me, you'll go to jail!" At that moment, five survivors rushed over from a distance, alarmed by the scene unfolding before them. A blonde woman in a flowing white dress, around twenty years old, quickly barked orders in a British accent to a tall, muscular man beside her. "Stop him!" The man, dressed in an army green shirt, swiftly slapped Randy hard across the face. Reacting instinctively, Randy released Bonnie and stepped back two paces to avoid the blow. The other survivors quickly positioned themselves in front of Randy, forming a protective barrier around Bonnie. Randy sized them up, noting that the man who had struck him was likely African American, while the woman in the white dress leading the group was unmistakably British. The other three women didn't appear to be American either. Tension hung thick in the air. The British woman approached Bonnie, her voice soothing. "It's alright now. I'm Isabella Price. My father is an Earl, so don't worry. He wouldn't dare to touch you in front of me. What happened? Why did he attack you?" Feeling a sense of security, Bonnie burst into tears. "He's my fiancé. He has PTSD, and he's trying to kill me! Please, save me!" Randy's rage erupted at her words. "B*tch! How dare you twist the truth! Do you have no shame? I risked my life for over two years on the battlefield and give you all the money—three million dollars I earned. But what have you done? You drained me dry like a parasite and betrayed me! You deserve to go to h*ll!" The other survivors exchanged glances, each weighing the gravity of the situation. Isabella frowned, rising to her full height, but she failed to notice the sly smile creeping across Bonnie's face. "Regardless, she is your fiancée, and you shouldn't kill her. Your financial dealings are none of our concern. Clearly, you have violent tendencies and attempted murder. We can't allow someone like you to stay here. Please leave," Isabella declared firmly, expelling Randy. The other three women chimed in, their voices rising in broken English. "You're trash! You don't even trust your own fiancée!" "It's only natural for her to spend your money. As for the betrayal, it's her choice! You shouldn't have tried to kill her! Sure, she might make some little mistake, but what you've done is unforgivable!" "You're a failure! Disgusting! Filthy! Don't let us see you again!" Randy felt his rage boiling over, ready to explode. She had betrayed him, squandering every penny he had earned with his life, and now he was expected to forgive her. That was ridiculous. The more Randy pondered this betrayal, the more his anger simmered. Just then, Bonnie emerged from the crowd, standing defiantly before him, her fear seemingly vanished. "Randy," she said softly, her voice laced with chilling confidence, "I know you're a field medic and can fight, but what does that matter? We outnumber you, and you can't do anything to me. If you dare lay a finger on me, once we leave this island, Andrew's lawyer will ensure you lose everything!" Her words dripped with coldness, yet she flashed a self-assured smile that starkly contrasted with the panic she had displayed moments before. Randy was taken aback by her audacity. Just as he prepared to confront her, Bonnie darted back, seeking refuge behind a tall black man, her expression shifting to one of feigned vulnerability. "He's gone crazy!" she exclaimed. "I just wanted him to apologize. I could have let it go, but I didn't expect that he still dares to hit me." Isabella immediately stepped in front of Bonnie, glaring at Randy with a mix of disdain and disgust. The other women joined in, their eyes boring into him as if they wished to pin him to a shame pole with their collective gaze. Bonnie twisted the truth, painting herself as the perfect victim. Randy's fury reached a boiling point as he pointed an accusing finger at her. "You deceitful w*tch! You're framing me. I swear I'll make you pay for this!" Unable to contain himself any longer, Randy charged at Bonnie, his heart racing with rage.