Their honeymoon began far from the city.
Aciel had chosen a private villa hidden along a secluded stretch of coastline, accessible only through a winding mountain road and a private dock. The property sat on a cliff overlooking a brilliant blue sea, surrounded by lush tropical gardens, towering palms, flowering bougainvillea, and ancient trees that provided shade throughout the day.
From the villa's terrace, Xylia could see nothing but water and sky.
The horizon seemed endless, with the ocean stretching toward distant mountains softened by the morning mist. At sunrise, golden light spilled across the waves, turning the surface into a field of glittering silver. By afternoon, the sea became a vivid shade of turquoise, and in the evening, the sky transformed into layers of orange, pink, and violet.
It was beautiful enough to make her forget that danger existed beyond those gates.
Aciel had thought of everything.
