Chapter 3 - The Midnight Storm Hits the Luxury Yacht Hard
Outside the cabin windows, the calm sea erupted into violent waves that slammed against the yacht’s hull.
The wind howled like a wounded animal, tearing across the dark expanse of the open Atlantic Ocean.
Lightning cracked overhead, illuminating the cabin in blinding flashes of blue and purple light.
Graham cursed under his breath as the massive vessel rolled sharply to the port side.
“Perfect weather for a tragic accident,” he muttered to himself, thinking I was completely unconscious.
He reached down, grabbing my arm and hauling me roughly to my feet with unexpected strength.
“Come on, Elena, the fresh air will clear your lungs,” he insisted, his grip tightening painfully around my wrist.
I let my limbs go limp, forcing him to support most of my weight as we stepped out into the hallway.
The security cameras mounted in the corridor blinked their red indicator lights in steady rhythm.
Every movement we made was being recorded, but Graham didn't care about the footage.
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He believed the ocean waters would wash away every single piece of evidence by morning.
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