Chapter 197

The Royal. This $1.5 billion luxury cruise liner, capable of holding 5,500 passengers, was setting off on its very first voyage. The open-air plaza of the ship was bustling with energy-music blaring, elegant dresses swaying, and a lively crowd filling the space. Camila stood at the railing of the deck, calmly taking in the endless stretch of blue sky and sea. She looked relaxed, truly at peace. As the sun dipped toward the horizon, she brushed hair from her face, her side profile glowing with a delicate charm that seemed almost unreal. Prescott couldn't look away. Camila, this stunning woman, belonged to him. He walked over, slipped an arm around her waist, and murmured softly into her ear, "Do you like the ocean?" Without turning, she placed her hands over his, her voice just loud enough to hear, "Yeah, I really do." "The estate is on an island. I remember there's a gorgeous silver beach there. Once we're back, I'll take you. If you're into sailing, we've got speedboats and a yacht. I