ARIA’S POVMorning comes, but it feels like another dream, a surreal continuation of the night’s restless, fearful thoughts. The sun is already a bit high in the sky, its warmth filtering through the leaves overhead and casting dappled patterns on the ground.I lie there, half-asleep, caught between the remnants of my troubled dreams and the harsh reality of my situation. The sound of the waves, once terrifying, now feels almost soothing, a constant rhythm that lulls me into a false sense of security.Then, I feel something—a touch, warm and firm, wrapping around my hand. My first instinct is to think it’s part of the dream, that my mind is conjuring up a comfort I desperately crave. But the touch is persistent, real. I jolt awake, my body reacting before my mind catches up. I sit up quickly, my heart pounding, eyes struggling to focus in the bright morning light.Everything is a blur. The world around me swims with indistinct shapes and colors, the brightness of the sun making it dif
ARIA’S POVMy mind races as I try to make sense of everything. Adam is here, but how? The vastness of the ocean, the isolation of this island—how did he manage to find me in this seemingly endless expanse of water and land? I can’t help but ask, my voice still shaky. “How did you find me, Adam?”Adam looks at me, his eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that I’ve rarely seen. There’s a flicker of something in his gaze—joy, yes, but also wetness that hints at the tears he’s holding back, and a profound relief that seems to wash over him as he begins to explain.He tells me that after the news broke about the crash, the rescue teams located debris some kilometers away in the North-Western Leeward Islands. The world had known about the disaster, and rescue operations were swiftly mobilized. Neal, Nathan, and Dad were all there, scouring those waters, desperate to find any sign of life. But Adam followed his instinct.He goes on to explain that while the others focused on the area where th
ARIA’S POVAs I get up, I find Adam sitting beside me, a quiet sentinel in this unfamiliar place. It’s such a relief to see him, to have someone I trust nearby after everything that’s happened. I’ve never seen Adam this caring, this attentive before.His presence feels like an anchor, steadying me in the midst of all the uncertainty. And yet, there’s something else—a strange, new attraction that I can’t quite explain. It’s like a seed of affection has been planted in my heart, growing in the warmth of his kindness. It’s not just gratitude or relief; it’s something deeper, something that makes me want to stay close to him, to let him protect me.But even as I feel this pull, I do my best to maintain some distance. It’s confusing, these feelings that are bubbling up inside me. After all, Adam and I have always been close, but not like this. Not with this strange mix of vulnerability and affection that makes my heart beat faster whenever I catch his eye. Still, I remind myself that this
ARIA’S POVWe spot three motorboats speeding towards us, slicing through the water with alarming urgency. Something about them feels wrong, and my heart drops. I know neither my brothers nor the rescue team would arrive in such boats. The vessels are small, rugged, not the kind of craft used for rescue missions. My eyes dart to Adam, and I see the same realization flash across his face. His frown deepens, and in an instant, I feel his hand clasp around mine, firm and protective. The tension in the air thickens, and I can feel the first stirrings of fear clawing at my chest.As the boats pull up to the shore, my breath catches in my throat. The men who step out are not rescuers. They’re rough-looking, with sun-weathered faces and eyes that gleam with a cold, predatory sharpness. Their clothes are worn, a mishmash of utility and intimidation.Some wear tattered jeans and boots, others cargo pants tucked into heavy-duty combat boots. Bandanas and headscarves cover their heads, some sport
ARIA’S POVThe tension on the ship is evident as the pirates surround us, their presence oppressive and menacing. Adam's grip on my hand tightens momentarily before the leader demands he let go. I feel a surge of fear as the leader’s cold eyes lock onto mine, his command ringing out to his men, his voice dripping with authority and disdain."Take her to the motorboat!"Adam, ever protective, immediately protests, he insists, his voice steady but laced with barely restrained anger."It’s not necessary. She can stay here, on my ship."The leader’s smirk returns, his gaze narrowing as he sizes up Adam, his tone mocking, while he glances at me."You must be used to getting what you want, aren’t you? Always needing that princess treatment."Adam’s response is swift and fir, saying that indeed because I deserve the best treatment. As he retorts, the weight of his words heavy with the implication that he will do whatever it takes to keep me safe. For a brief moment, I see a flicker of surpri
ARIA’S POVThe realization that I’m stuck with pirates feels like a cruel twist of fate, an absurdity too great to fully comprehend. All I wanted was to be safe, to find the others, and to go back to some semblance of normalcy. But now, not only am I caught in this nightmare, but so is Adam.Soon, if this continues, my brothers and Dad will be dragged into this mess as well. My heart clenches at the thought of them arriving, only to find themselves ensnared in the same trap. The absurdity of the situation is almost too much to bear. My father’s well-meaning but ill-timed announcement has made me a prize, a target. Now, it’s not just about survival; it’s about escaping this chaos before more lives are endangered.But I can’t blame my father. He’s doing everything he can, throwing everything he has into finding me. This is a consequence no one could have foreseen.Adam is beside me, his jaw clenched in silent fury. I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands curl into fist
ADAM’S POVSeeing Aria collapse, blood streaming from the wound on her head, I feel a surge of panic so intense that it nearly paralyzes me. For a split second, everything around me blurs—the chaos, the soldiers storming in, the sound of gunfire.All I can focus on is Aria, lying motionless on the ground, her face pale, her breathing shallow. I rush to her side, my hands trembling as I try to assess the severity of her injury. The sight of blood soaking through her hair, pooling around her, sends a wave of dread crashing over me."Aria! Stay with me, please…"I plead, my voice breaking as I gently cradle her head, trying to stop the bleeding with my handkerchief. But there’s so much blood. My heart races, fear clawing at my throat. I can’t lose her, not now, not like this.Suddenly, the soldiers burst into the room, taking down the remaining pirates with swift precision. But my focus remains on Aria. I barely register the chaos around us as the soldiers secure the area and shout comma
ADAM’S POVWhen we finally touch down at the hospital, a team of doctors and nurses is waiting, ready to take over. They move quickly, transferring Aria from the helicopter to a gurney and rushing her inside. I try to follow, but one of the doctors gently but firmly holds me back, telling me they need space to work. I watch as they wheel her away, her hand slipping out of mine, and I’m left standing there, feeling more helpless than ever.But as the hospital doors close behind her, I can’t shake the feeling that this is far from over.The waiting room feels like a suffocating void, filled with an oppressive silence that weighs heavily on all of us. The usual hum of the hospital, the distant beeping of machines, and the soft murmurs of medical staff moving about seem distant, muted by the overwhelming anxiety that has taken hold. Time feels suspended, each minute dragging on for what feels like an eternity.Neal paces back and forth across the room, his footsteps echoing sharply agains