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Into The Heart Of The Storm

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 1534    |    Released on: 29/12/2024

sun. She was no longer in her bed back home, but aboard the yacht-Max's yacht. The events of the previous night felt surreal, like something pulled from the pages of a novel, too fa

connection from the outside world was more profound than she had realized. It wasn't just the lack of communication with her family-it was the real

s strange, luxurious vessel that was now her only refuge. Every step felt heavy, the uncertainty of the situation pressing down on her chest. She had al

the silence that had filled the room. Clara hesi

in a neat ponytail, and she wore a crisp, white blouse and a pair of black trousers. Her pr

with a polite smile. "Mr. Donovan asked me t

take such a personal interest in her well-being. "I'm fine, really," she sa

. Donovan wanted to make sure you were comfortable. We'll be stopping at a po

n made her uneasy. She wasn't used to this kind of attention, this kind of luxury, but more than that, sh

more conviction. "But thank you. I'll get dress

he soft creak of the wooden floors beneath her feet as she stood and walked to the large mirror hanging on the wall. Her reflection stared back a

nce had already begun to infiltrate every part of her thoughts. He was different. Not like the men she was accustomed to-cold, calculating, and constantly in control. There wa

cold, the desperation, and the sheer helplessness of it all. And then, Max's hands had gripped her, pulling her from the water, his streng

rounding Max. The yacht was on its way to some unknown destination, and she had no idea where she would go once they docked. Would she be free to leave? Would the

a pair of tailored pants that fit her perfectly. The fabric felt soft against her skin, the outfit a reminder of the lif

a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders and walked out of the room. The hallway was quiet, but the soft clinking of dishes and the murmur o

omposed as he had the night before. His dark eyes locked onto hers, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to st

e said, his voice

rves betrayed her. "Good morning

to a small smile. "It's fine. You've ha

him why he had saved her, why he had been there at all-but the words wouldn't come. Instead, she followed him into the dining area, wh

d, pulling out a chair f

that had followed the chaos of the ocean. But now, with the food in front of her, the reality of her situation set in. She wasn

he spoke, his voice quiet but firm. "I know this is a lot for you. Being here, with me, after what happen

She hadn't expected him to address

more to the story than you know. I didn't just happen to be there. There are... thi

settle deep in her bones. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she pushed a

forward slightly. "You don't have t

as something in his eyes-something that spoke of pain, of

nspoken words filling the room. And for the first ti

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