Chapter 80 Stranded

• Alessia
• The island was paradise—at least on the surface.
• As we stepped off the yacht, the golden sands stretched endlessly before us, kissed by the crystal-clear waters that shimmered under the setting sun. Palm trees swayed lazily in the breeze, and luxurious villas lined the coast, each one more extravagant than the last. It was the kind of place you’d see on a postcard, the kind that screamed wealth and exclusivity.