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Chapter 11
The private jet descended onto a picturesque island with perfect weather.
This island was Vincent Montgomery's private property.
Now, everything had been arranged according to Emily Carter's preferences.
That afternoon, while accompanying Emily on a deep-sea fishing trip, Vincent absentmindedly scrolled through his phone and came across a news report from the capital.
The article detailed a fire that had broken out in a villa in the southern district. By the time firefighters arrived in the dead of night, the villa had already been reduced to ruins. Due to the intensity of the blaze and the dangerous conditions, no bodies had been recovered.
Police reviewed nearby surveillance footage and found no evidence of anyone leaving the villa. Initial investigations suggested that those inside had likely perished.
Vincent's fingers stilled over the screen, his gaze distant for a fleeting moment.
"Vincent, smile for me."
Emily leaned in with her selfie stick, the delicate scent of jasmine lingering in the air. Vincent draped an arm over her shoulders, playing along as she snapped the photo.
"This one's perfect, don't you think?"
She tilted her head up, her soft lips brushing against his jaw. Their kiss deepened, the atmosphere thickening with intimacy.
Meanwhile, on the villa's terrace, Daniel Harrison gripped his phone, unease gnawing at him.
After a long hesitation, he dialed his sister's number.
"The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later."
It wasn't until the second attempt that realization struck—he had been blocked.
Daniel slammed his phone onto the table, frustration boiling over. Yet beneath the anger, an inexplicable dread settled in his chest.
The unanswered calls. The news report.
The weight of his unease grew heavier.
But then he remembered her recent reckless behavior—the tantrums, the defiance.
And the fire that night.
His expression darkened.
She needed to be taught a harsh lesson.
Otherwise, she'd only grow more out of control.