Chapter 3

~ Sophia

I woke up to the familiar sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. Stretching lazily, I felt surprisingly well-rested despite the emotional chaos of the previous night. Groggily, I grabbed the phone, not expecting to hear my sister’s voice so early.

"Hey, Sophia! Guess what?" Martha's excited voice burst through the line, "Alex and I are going to the Maldives tomorrow! We're taking his private jet, and we want you to come with us. It’s going to be amazing—what do you say?"

My eyes widened as the words sank in. "The Maldives? Are you serious? I’ve always wanted to go there!" My voice rose in excitement. "Of course I’m in!"

The moment I hung up the phone, a rush of excitement flooded my body. The Maldives—the dream destination with its pristine white-sand beaches, crystal-clear turquoise waters, and luxurious overwater villas—was finally within my grasp. I could hardly believe it.

I shot out of bed and made a beeline for my closet, grabbing my suitcase in a frenzy. Dresses, bikinis, sandals—everything that screamed “tropical paradise” was hastily thrown in. I had just 24 hours to get ready, but nothing could dull the excitement that bubbled inside me.

As the day unfolded, I meticulously planned every detail. I packed my favorite swimsuit, selected the perfect book to read by the beach, and even arranged for a mani-pedi to prepare for the island glamour. It wasn’t just about escaping my troubles from the night before—it was about stepping into a dream.

Morning came faster than I had anticipated, and I woke up with a renewed sense of excitement. After triple-checking my bags, I called a cab and headed straight to the airport. The idea of flying in a private jet felt surreal, and when I arrived at the private terminal, Martha and her boyfriend Alex were already there, waving eagerly.

"Sophia!" Martha greeted me with a big smile, her energy infectious. "Ready for an unforgettable adventure?"

"You have no idea," I laughed, giving her a quick hug.

Alex, tall and effortlessly charming, pulled me in for a friendly embrace. "Glad you could make it, Sophia. We’re going to have the time of our lives."

I smiled warmly, feeling welcome in their excitement. It wasn't long before we were boarding the jet. As I settled into the plush leather seat, I stared out the window, watching the airport disappear beneath us. The weight of everything that had happened the night before seemed to melt away as we soared into the clouds.

The flight was smooth, filled with light conversation, laughter, and a sense of anticipation for the adventure ahead. As the plane began its descent, I caught my first glimpse of the Maldives. The endless blue of the Indian Ocean glistened below us, dotted with islands that looked like emeralds floating on a shimmering sea. My breath caught in my throat at the sight.

When we landed, a warm breeze greeted us as we stepped off the plane. We were met by a friendly staff member from the resort, whose bright smile only added to the sense of paradise. 

“Welcome to the Maldives!” he said cheerfully. “Your villa is ready, and your bags will be taken care of. Please follow me.”

Martha looked at me, her eyes wide with excitement. "This is going to be the trip of a lifetime, Sophia."

I nodded, barely able to contain my joy. "It's like a dream come true."

We were escorted to our private villa, a secluded haven just steps from the beach. It was more luxurious than I had ever imagined—spacious, elegant, with a stunning view of the ocean from the balcony. Martha and Alex quickly settled in, but I felt the urge to explore. The lure of the beach was too strong to resist.

As I wandered down the path to the water, I let the sand sift between my toes. The beach was serene, with only the sound of gentle waves lapping at the shore. I stood there for a moment, taking it all in, letting the peace of the surroundings wash over me.

The setting sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a deep sense of contentment. The troubles of the past seemed to dissolve into the horizon.

Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. I turned, my heart pounding in my chest as my eyes locked onto a familiar face. It couldn’t be.

"Nathaniel?" I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

He smiled, the same easy, confident smile that had once charmed me. "Small world, isn’t it?"

Anger and confusion surged within me. Seeing him here, of all places, dredged up painful memories I had tried so hard to bury. "You were gonna use me for one night," I snapped, my voice shaking with emotion.

Nathaniel’s expression softened, and he stepped toward me. "Sophia, please," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I never meant to hurt you. I was dealing with a lot that night… I made a mistake."

I took a step back, shaking my head. "That doesn’t excuse what you did."

"I know," he murmured, running a hand through his hair. "I’m sorry. But that's not who I am, Sophia. I’m here to make things right."

I hesitated, torn between the anger still bubbling inside me and the undeniable chemistry that had once drawn me to him. He was sincere, but could I trust him again?

"I don't know," I whispered, unsure of my next move.

Nathaniel looked at me with pleading eyes. "I know I’ve messed up, but I’m asking for a chance to prove myself. Please, just one chance."

I stared at him, my heart battling my mind. Finally, I let out a sigh. "I can't promise anything, Nathaniel. But... I'll give you a chance."

Relief flickered in his eyes as he nodded. "That's all I ask."

As we walked along the beach, the sun now dipping below the horizon, I couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of emotions. There was something unfinished between us, and now, in this paradise, it seemed like fate had brought us together for a reason.

"Why are you here, anyway?" I asked after a long silence.

Nathaniel’s expression turned somber. "One of my wineries caught fire last night. I flew out here to handle some business."

I stopped in my tracks, my heart racing. "Oh my God, Nathaniel, are you okay?"

Nathaniel's smile was soft, his gaze warm.

"Why didn’t you tell me about the fire last night?" I asked, the weight of his revelation pressing down on me. My voice trembled with concern.

He pulled me closer, the intensity in his eyes softening. "I didn’t want to worry you, besides, we just met, it wasn't right telling you about my problems," he said gently. "There’s something far more important I wanted to focus on."

I tilted my head, heart beginning to race. "And what’s that?"

Nathaniel’s smile deepened as his eyes roamed my face. "You," he whispered, voice low and magnetic.

Heat rushed to my cheeks, my pulse quickening. "Nathaniel..." I breathed, unsure of what to say.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "You’re beautiful," he murmured, his words a tender caress. "I can’t stop thinking about you."

I laughed, lightly swatting his arm. "Stop it," I teased, though I couldn’t hide my smile. "You’re ridiculous."

His grin widened, eyes gleaming. "I’m serious," he said, his tone unwavering. "You’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen."

I rolled my eyes, though my heart continued its wild rhythm. "You’re impossible."

Nathaniel chuckled, entwining his fingers with mine. "Come with me to the wine tasting tonight," he urged, his voice soft, enticing. "Let’s make it a night to remember."