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The hum of the yacht’s engine was the only sound that filled the tense air. Dimitri stood on deck, his gaze fixed on the horizon, his brow furrowed in concentration. Celine could see the weight of their situation bearing down on him, and it only added to her growing anxiety.“Dimitri,” she said softly, approaching him. “Do you really think Caleb will find us?”“He won’t stop until he does,” Dimitri replied, his voice grim. He turned to one of his crew members. “How far are we from the diversion point?”“About 15 minutes, sir,” the man replied.Dimitri nodded and turned back to Celine. “We can’t stay on the yacht. It’s too big, too easy to track. We’re switching to a smaller boat to throw him off.”Her chest tightened at his words. “You think he’s already following us?”Dimitri’s jaw tightened. “I know he is. Caleb doesn’t leave anything to chance.”Celine wrapped her arms around herself, trying to steady her nerves. The realization that Caleb’s reach extended even to the open sea was

The remote villa perched on the edge of a cliff overlooking the Adriatic Sea was a stark contrast to the chaos of the past few days. It was surrounded by dense forests and steep, rocky terrain that made it nearly impossible to access without a guide. The isolation should have been comforting, but Celine’s nerves remained on edge as the small boat docked at a hidden cove.An older man stood at the edge of the dock, his weathered face stern but kind. He wore a simple coat, his silver hair ruffled by the breeze.“Viktor,” Dimitri said as he stepped out of the boat, helping Celine onto the dock.“Dimitri,” Viktor replied, his deep voice steady. He glanced at Celine, his sharp eyes softening slightly. “This must be Celine. You’re safe here. Come, let’s get you inside.”Celine hesitated for a moment, studying Viktor’s lined face. There was something about him—an air of authority and wisdom—that made her feel a small flicker of reassurance.“Thank you for helping us,” she said quietly.Vikto

The imposing gates of the presidential palace loomed before Celine as the car pulled to a stop. Her hands were folded tightly in her lap, though her knuckles betrayed her tension. She had returned to the very place she had escaped from, not because she wanted to, but because she had to.“Are you sure about this?” Dimitri had asked her before she left the Montenegro villa.“No,” she had admitted, her voice trembling. “But it’s the only way to get the evidence we need to bring Caleb down. He’s never going to let me go unless I take back control.”Now, as she stepped out of the car and into the shadow of the palace, Celine forced herself to play the part she’d rehearsed. Her face was a mask of calm, her movements deliberate. To Caleb, she would appear as the dutiful wife returning home to reconcile. Beneath the surface, every step she took was calculated.Caleb greeted her at the main entrance, his expression warm, his arms outstretched. “Celine,” he said, his voice soft but rehearsed.“

The gentle sway of the yacht and the glittering reflection of moonlight on the water did little to calm Celine’s nerves. The air was thick with tension, and every passing moment felt like the calm before an inevitable storm. Caleb sat across from her at the elegant dining table set up on the deck, his demeanor deceptively warm.“You’ve been quiet tonight, Celine,” Caleb said, pouring her a glass of wine. His smile was soft, but there was something sharp behind it—something that made her stomach twist.“I’m just tired,” she replied, forcing a small smile of her own.Caleb tilted his head, studying her with unnerving precision. “You’ve been tired a lot lately. I hope you’re not doubting me again.”Her grip tightened around her glass, but she kept her tone light. “Of course not. I’m just trying to adjust. It’s been… overwhelming.”Caleb reached across the table, his hand brushing hers. The gesture would have seemed tender to an outsider, but to Celine, it felt suffocating. “You’ll see, m

The sound of the helicopters grew louder, their blades slicing through the air like thunder. The lights on the yacht’s deck were almost blinding, forcing everyone to shield their eyes. Caleb’s guards gripped their weapons tightly, waiting for his command.And then, a booming voice echoed through the chaos, authoritative and undeniable.“This is President Santos. Caleb Alcantara, stand down immediately.”Celine’s breath caught. Her father’s voice was clear and firm, cutting through the tension like a knife. She looked up, tears welling in her eyes, as one of the helicopters circled lower.“Caleb,” the president continued, his tone cold, “we have been tracking you for months. There is no escape. Surrender now, and no one else will get hurt.”Caleb’s jaw clenched, his expression hardening. He raised his hand, motioning for his men to hold their positions. “Bluffing won’t work on me, Mr. President!” he called out, his voice filled with defiance.Celine could see the fire in his eyes, the