#Chapter 49: Offshore Account

Ella The cold, salty breeze that brushed against my face as we arrived at the docks was a stark, but welcoming, contrast to the stifling warmth of the party. The night was dark, the water shimmering faintly under the moonlight. Moored ahead of us was an enormous yacht, its sprawling length dotted with sparkling lights, making it look like a floating palace. “God, how big is this thing?” I whispered, taking in the sheer size of the vessel. “That’s my brother’s taste for you,” Logan murmured, his voice a mix of amusement and exasperation. The yacht, named The Serpent’s Charm, was truly an epitome of luxury and excess. After a tour of the sprawling main deck, Logan led me towards the interior, with a promise of showing the opulence that lay within. Opening a double door adorned with intricate golden patterns, we entered the grand lounge. It was vast, stretching wide with plush velvet couches and a massive crystal chandelier hanging above. On the far end was a bar,