Chapter 3

Savannah, adorned in a vibrant yellow sundress, gracefully moved through the crowd. Her attire exuded the essence of summertime, perfectly complemented by the stylish summer hat perched atop her head.

The young maiden adorned her countenance with a pair of fashionable sunglasses, casting a mysterious allure as she gazed out upon the vast expanse of the sea.

Truly, it was the most splendid scheme her brothers had devised on her behalf. Not only did they grant Savannah the freedom to escape the clutches of their father, but her brothers, too, bestowed upon her the rare privilege of determining her own destiny.

Savannah's delicate eyelids fluttered, heavy with the weight of exhaustion, as she cast her gaze upon the vast expanse of the sea. A soft yawn escaped her lips, a gentle melody that harmonized with the rhythmic lapping of the waves against the shore.

She, a young woman of adventurous spirit, found herself aboard the majestic ship known as the Poseidon. This grand cruise ship, renowned for its opulence and elegance, was set to embark on a remarkable journey spanning twelve countries over the course of two months.

In this luxurious world, where the shimmering waves meet the boundless horizon, a coveted privilege awaits only those of affluence. Onboard this majestic vessel, a floating sanctuary of unparalleled grandeur, exclusivity reigns supreme.

It is a world-class cruise ship where opulence and luxury converge to create an ethereal experience that is reserved solely for the privileged few.

"Ah, well, such is the nature of existence!" Under her breath, she whispered, her words barely audible to anyone but herself.

She found herself in the hands of her overprotective brothers, which prevented her from making her own fashion decisions. The freedom to adorn herself with garments of her own choosing remained a distant dream, forever out of reach.

Now, she was adorned in garments that elegantly revealed the graceful contours of her shoulders and the delicate curve of her neck.

Savannah, with great determination, managed to extricate herself from the suffocating grip of the Father's clutches. However, her liberation did not end there, for she yearned to embrace a newfound sense of independence.

Her hair, the color of ash, danced and swayed with the gentle caress of the wind. Relief washed over Savannah like a gentle wave, soothing her weary soul. The weight that had burdened her heart for far too long was finally lifted.

Surely, she would find great delight in embarking upon this captivating tour, her senses enraptured by the sights and sounds that would unfold before her.

However, it seemed highly improbable that she would be able to keep pace with the Father's words, for his wisdom and knowledge were vast and intricate, weaving a tapestry of information that would surely leave her bewildered and struggling to comprehend.

For a span of two months, she will find herself liberated from the shackles of her everyday existence.

Savannah, with a resolute determination, vowed to sever all ties of communication with her Father the moment she set foot in her homeland, the Philippines.

Her heart, burdened by the weight of disappointment and hurt, yearned for a change in her father. She was determined to orchestrate a scenario where he would be compelled to confront his transgressions and seek redemption.

"Ah, this is life," she said.

As the golden orb of the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow upon the earth, a breathtaking scene unfolded before her eyes. The sky, painted with hues of fiery reds and vibrant oranges, seemed to be ablaze with the fading light.

It was a sight that stirred the depths of anyone's soul, evoking a sense of awe and wonder. The beauty of the setting sun, The skies were ominous, and the Captain had warned them that this was not a good time to be out at sea.

Savannah, with her keen intuition, foresees that the heavens will unleash their tears upon the earth this very night. Her hair danced in the wind, flowing freely like golden strands of silk. The gentle breeze caressed her dress, causing it to sway gracefully around her slender figure.

The majestic cruise ship embarked on a grand voyage, traversing the vast expanse of the ocean, with its destination set on the enchanting lands of Asia and Europe.

With each passing day, the ship gracefully sailed through the azure waters, carrying within its elegant confines a multitude of eager travelers, yearning to be two hundred passengers graced the opulent vessel, each one adorned in the trappings of wealth and privilege.

A wave of relief washed over her as she discovered that Japan had been omitted from the itinerary of this grand tour.

In the grand hall of the ship, a party was set to take place later in the evening. Amidst the anticipation and excitement, she found herself drawn to the allure of the event.

It was an occasion she could not resist attending. Like the words of her older brothers. She needs to enjoy herself and have fun.

And she will gladly do it. She was thankful that she didn't have many close friends. Few would dare inquire about her whereabouts.

In a hushed tone, she murmured, her gaze fixed upon the vast expanse of the heavens above, "Oh, Mom, dear, I do hope that you are watching me in this very moment."

Her love for her mother was boundless, a deep wellspring of affection that flowed ceaselessly from her heart. It was a love that knew no bounds—a love that transcended time and space.

Yet, amidst the warmth and tenderness she held for her mother, there lingered a shadow—a dark and brooding resentment towards her father.

This hatred, born from a place of hurt and disappointment, had taken root within her soul, refusing to be easily dislodged. It clung to her like a stubborn stain, tainting her perception of the world regardless of her father's commands.

She steadfastly refused to comply. Never! She refused to succumb to the puppet strings of her father.

As the young woman observed her mother's daily routine in the past, her heart ached with a mixture of empathy and sorrow.

Tears cascaded down her cheeks, mirroring the profound emotions that swelled within her. It was a poignant sight, witnessing the depth of her mother's love for a man who seemed to possess an utter disregard for the tenderness bestowed upon him.

Every night, as the moon cast its gentle glow upon the world, her mother would retreat to the solitude of her bedroom. There, in the quiet darkness, tears would cascade down her cheeks, a testament to the depth of her love for her father. The weight of her emotions, too heavy to bear, found solace in the pillow of her bed.

In the tapestry of her past, it appeared that her mother had not assumed the role of a wife during those days, and her father, it seemed, only graced their humble abode when it suited his desires.

In the depths of her perplexed mind, Savannah grappled with the enigmatic question that had plagued her since the union of her mother and this man.

Why, she wondered, did he assume the role of her mother's husband? The answer eluded her, like a fleeting wisp of smoke, teasingly dancing just beyond her grasp.

The revelation of the truth came to her in the darkest of times—the untimely demise of her beloved mother. As the weight of grief pressed upon her heart, another blow struck with cruel intensity: her father, absent and distant, failed to grace the funeral with his presence.

In that moment, she discovered the answer she had long sought, buried amidst the pain and abandonment that now consumed her. In the depths of her heart, she knew that her mother had been a fool to surrender herself to the intoxicating allure of her father.

The man possessed a charm that was as dangerous as it was captivating—a magnetism that drew her mother in like a moth to a flame. Yet, despite the warnings whispered by her intuition, in a sudden moment of clarity, Savannah's mind became awash with realization.

With resolute determination, she made a solemn vow to herself—a pledge forged deep within her heart—that she would not succumb to the same fate as her mother.

Apart from her brothers, there existed within her a profound aversion towards any gentlemen who persisted in their flirtatious endeavors directed at her.

And, the words did not always find their way to their eager ears, for the girl, though given a motive, did not always bestow upon them the gift of her voice. A swift and forceful blow will be delivered to their unsuspecting jaws.

Savannah harbored an intense disdain for those creatures. They possessed an untamed and audacious spirit, their very essence exuding an air of unpredictability and recklessness. Savannah harbored a deep-seated aversion towards men, particularly those who bore any resemblance to her own father.

Savannah's chest heaved with a heavy sigh, her breath escaping her lips like a weary traveler seeking respite. With a gentle yet firm voice, she uttered the words that hung in the air like a delicate melody.

"It is time to go back inside." With a spring in her step, she made her way back to the sanctuary of her room, her heart brimming with anticipation for the delightful festivities that awaited her.

The task at hand was simple yet crucial: to adorn herself in garments befitting the mirthful occasion that lay ahead. She will have her dinner at the party.

With a sense of purpose, she had chosen to bring her trusty DSLR camera along on her journey. Savannah, a young woman with a passion for capturing life's fleeting moments, embarked on her photographic journey by immersing herself in the ethereal beauty of the setting sun.

Armed with her trusty camera, she skillfully framed the vibrant hues that painted the sky, each click of the shutter preserving a fragment of the ephemeral masterpiece before her eyes.

As the golden rays gently caressed her face, Savannah couldn't resist the allure of capturing her own presence within this picturesque scene. With a playful smile a radiant smile adorned the woman's face as her eyes fell upon the photograph that had just been captured by the camera.

It was a cherished keepsake, a tangible memory from the unforgettable evening she had spent venturing beyond the confines of their grand hacienda. She made an excellent shot.

And Savannah will comply because it is their assurance that she is secure. Her siblings are the most important people in her life, and she will never replace them.

She is satisfied with her older brothers because she knows they are genuine people who love her. Savannah merely shook her head as she recalled how overprotective they were as they boarded the cruise ship.

Savannah left the cellphone turned off and promised her older brothers that she would only turn it on when she texted them, especially when she was going to sleep. They don't want their father to trace her.

Her room was located on the third level. The third and fourth floors are designated for their passengers. The first floor of this four-story ship houses the ship's engines and cabin personnel. The second is a celebration venue. The ship's galley and other essentials are also present.

The room for the captain and the cabin staff was on the top floor. This vessel also features a pool, casino, and bar. The passengers did nothing but unwind.

Meanwhile, Phantom Claude is fixing himself in his own bedroom. As some people recognized him, he didn't want to go out more.

"D*mn, I believed this to be a straightforward tour. You are full of crap, Eugene! I've met more people here," he said, despite the fact that his friend was not in front of him.

He had no options. Why would he return the ship to him alone?

Even though he has the authority to do so, he cannot do it. Because it would constitute an abuse of his authority, he will not do so. He sighed and collapsed onto the sofa. Phantom is already formally attired. He is required to attend the celebration. The male must be present in order to relax.

It depends on those who knew him. He was here to relieve himself of his thoughts. He will simply appreciate this tour. Maybe his friend was onto something when he gifted him this time off. It will stress him out both inside and outside their home.

A large number of elites are aboard this ship. Perhaps others are here for business, but he is here for relaxation and enjoyment.

While drinking water from a ship's snack bar, he said, "I hope there are no sl*ts on this ship, because if there are, I'll throw them into the ocean."

He has had enough of these women and refuses to meet any more. He was only in town for a vacation and to unwind. Even as he considered how his parents would react, he smiled.

After graduating from the top university and completing the bar exam, he spent years unsuccessfully searching for his biological mother. It appears that his father or stepmother have concealed his birth mother's identity. He could not fathom why they were acting in such a manner, as they had no reason to conceal the information, as he had also discovered it.

He exhaled and discarded his cigarette into the ashtray. When under duress, he smokes heavily. "Hypocrites," he said about his purported parents. What a pity! He will discover the secret they are concealing.

"Protecting the honor with my life! "It is not my fault that they continue to jump on my bed!" he exclaimed angrily before lowering his head. He regarded the ceiling. He appreciates his loyal friend for doing this for him. Even if for only two months, he can finally unwind.

He grinned at the idea. His business was entrusted to the care of a friend. He doesn't care that his father would be annoyed. Additionally, he does this to antagonize the parents. "I hope this will be a great night!" He said this as he stood up and entered the party hall.

He adjusted his necktie and exited the room. He immediately entered the elevator. He nodded to the passengers inside. They inspected his entire body. He rolled his eyes in silence and rode it. When he reached the party hall, he was the first person to emerge. He remarked, "Pathetic.".

He smiled and walked directly to the vacant table. Someone immediately prepared food and drink for him. While eating it, he drank wine. Unfortunately, the table he was seated at suddenly became more crowded. It wasn't simply because the females he did not anticipate sat in the empty seats.

They were speaking to him in an irritating manner. Their smells irritate his olfactory system, which Phantom detests. "We can have a good time tonight if you want," said the person to his left. His voice resembled that of someone who had ingested a wire.

"I am aware of your sexual prowess, Attorney. I'll be the one to cause the power disruption tonight," said the person to his right, whose odor reminded him of a sewer.

He was becoming increasingly angry. Rich children whose bodies and speech resemble club attendants. Phantom became enraged due to their incessant conversation. He abruptly rose from his seat.

"F*ck! I'm on vacation, not to sleep with scumbags!" He furiously said. His words rendered them speechless. The man immediately retreated, but he did not anticipate a collision.

It was a woman wearing a black halter dress. Its white skin matched its clothing. She is wearing minimal makeup, does not wear perfume, and has a natural fragrance. Phantom was taken aback. Her visage was divine.

However, she spilled her wine on his tuxedo. Both Phantom and the woman were admiring her beauty. However, Phantom, being Phantom, turned away from the woman. Due to the earlier occurrence at his table, he exchanged a hostile glance.

"Miss, if this is your strategy to get my attention, it's not working. Can you abruptly stop? I have no time for sl*ts!"