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A shadowy figure stood in the spot where Ivy had been moments ago, staring at the water into which Ivy had just fallen. Satisfied, the figure retreated into the darkness and made a call.

"It's done. Both of them are in the sea now." "Good. Did anyone see you?" A man's smooth, pleasant voice responded from the other end.

"No. Everyone's in the hall right now. I tampered with the railing beforehand. Ivy had no idea. She pushed Aurora to the edge, and while Aurora was distracted, she fell into the sea. I took the opportunity to push Ivy in as well. By tomorrow morning, the news will probably report something like: 'The Montgomery sisters, feuding on the yacht, drowned together in the ocean." |||| "You've done well. I'll transfer the rest of the payment to your account. Leave Clothville for now. Julian won't let this go easily." "I understand," the man replied cautiously.

On the other end, Walsh hung up the phone, satisfied. There was no way he would have trusted someone like Ivy to handle Aurora herself. From the beginning, Ivy was nothing more than a scapegoat.

At the scene of the "accident," only Ivy and Aurora were present. Everyone knew about their history. When their bodies were eventually discovered, people would naturally assit was a case of sibling rivalry gone wrong-a tragic accident. No one would suspect Walsh.

Ivy had always been a threat. Even if she succeeded, she knew too much. One word from her, and everything would fall apart. Now, not only was the problem eliminated, but Ivy had bechis perfect scapegoat. could finally rest easy as he secured his path to becoming head of the family.

Aurora, meanwhile, had never expected this betrayal. She had been prepared to face Ivy and was confident she wouldn't lose. But she had never anticipated the sabotaged railing.

The moment she fell, panic overwhelmed her. Memories of falling off the deck as a child crushing back.

But back then, Julian had been there. This time, the sea was empty.

As her body plunged into the icy water, Aurora's mind was filled with images of Julian.

She had nearly drowned as a child, which left her unable to swim. The moment she hit the water, her limbs froze, refusing to move. Slowly, she began sinking into the depths.

In her mind, she replayed scenes from years ago: Julian holding her tightly during a storm, his voice steady and reassuring.

"Aurora, don't be afraid." "Relax. If you stay calm, you won't sink." "Why do you always callLittle Bunny, Julian?" "Because when you cry in my arms, you look just like a little rabbit." "Aurora, you heartless girl. Do you remember saying you'd marrywhen you grew up? I've never stopped waiting for that day." "Little Bunny, I'll be back tomorrow." "Little Bunny, just wait a few more months, and we'll be married. We'll go anywhere you want for our honeymoon. Anything you want." "Little Bunny..." Aurora had never realized how vividly she remembered every word he'd said. Julian had always been there for her, through every storm. But now, with an ocean between them, even he couldn't save her in time.

"Julian, I'm sorry..." Aurora's tears mixed with the salty seawater. If she had known she would never return, she would never have chere.

Darkness engulfed her as her consciousness began to fade.

Meanwhile, Ivy was consumed by questions. Who had pushed her into the water? If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience-all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Unlike Aurora, Ivy had no deep-seated fear of water. As soon as she hit the sea, she began screaming for help. But the yacht was filled with the sounds of music and laughter. No one heard her cries.

"Help! Help!" Ivy's throat grew hoarse, but no one came. She was left alone in the vast, silent ocean.

Was this her karma? Had retribution cfor her so quickly? The sea was nothing like the land. In a forest, she might have found a way to survive. But here, in the endless water, her strength would eventually give out. Worse, she couldn't shake the thought of the creatures lurking below, waiting for her to bectheir prey.

The yacht grew smaller and smaller, disappearing into the distance. The ocean around her turned eerily still, and an overwhelming sense of fear and helplessness consumed her.

"Mio, I can't be there for you anymore. But I helped you get rid of Aurora. You'll never have to worry about her again." Ivy thought Walsh had treated her well. What she didn't know was that the five million he'd given her was nothing more than blood money-a price on her life. Fate is a strange thing, impossible to control.

In Europe, Julian had just finished handling his affairs. He had planned to fly out tomorrow, but the thought of seeing Aurora sooner made him change his plans. He rescheduled his flight for tonight.

As he headed back to his hotel to pack, he glanced at the message Aurora had sent earlier: "I'm so bored." It made sense. The first tattending such an event might be exciting, but after a few, it would lose its ty. Julian decided to call her to keep her company.

But the call didn't go through. Instead, a mechanical voice informed him, "The number you dialed is currently unavailable. The user has activated call reminders."

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience fall for free The next chapter is eagerly E waiting for you! She must be out at sea, he reasoned. The earlier message must have been sent while they were still near the shore. Julian told himself not to overthink it. Still, a faint unease lingered.

"You'll see her tomorrow. Give her a surprise then," he reassured himself.

Back on the yacht, Heather was still in the main hall, scanning the crowd for Aurora.

But Aurora's absence wasn't surprising-she disliked such gatherings and had probably returned to her room.

Later, at midnight, Heather returned to her room, slightly tipsy. But the m room was empty. The bed was uptouched, perfectly made, and Aurora's small bag of toiletries remained unopened. She hadn't returned at all. Where had she gone? Heather's drunkenness evaporated instantly. She began asking around, but no one had seen Aurora.

As she passed the railing, she noticed it had been cordoned off.

"What happened here?" she asked.

"The railing broke. I have no idea how. I checked it before we set sail, and it was fine. Luckily, the lights are on, so no one fell. I'll fix it right away," a crew member explained. Heather's face turned pale. Before they separated, Aurora had been leaning on that very railing, enjoying the breeze. A terrifying thought crept into Heather's mind.

No, it couldn't be. Maybe Miss Montgomery had gone to discuss business with Mr. Warden. She couldn't let herself think the worst.

Panicking, Heather rushed to Mr. Warden's room and knocked frantically.

"Who is it?" Mr. Warden called out. He had just returned to his room and was about to take a shower, still reveling in the evening's events.

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