Unfaithful: Web of Betrayal

Blood ... blood everywhere ... it puddled on the floor and seeped through the grout between the white marble tiles. Moving slowly towards the rug. Splattered on the wall from the two gunshots through the back of his head.   She was standing by the stairs when it happened. It happened so fast. She tiptoed closer. He was face down, the thick red liquid dripping from his brain, gushes out of the bullet wounds on his head, and the smell ... she looked away. She couldn't bear to come any closer.   She gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. There was no way he was still alive. She saw his head explode and his body fell to the floor like a dead log. Even in the dark, it was clear to see the two shots went straight through his skull from a close range.   It felt like a terrible

Classy elegant semi-formal Chanel dress was the one she chose for her first dinner on the cruise. She recently purchased it for the sole purpose of her trip. She bought a few items for the vacation and even the tags were still attached to them.   Blue is her favorite color, deep dark blue that matches her skin tone and her dark brown hair. She didn't want to be overdressed for the occasion, but she didn't want to be underdressed either. Ludus Oceania was a plush establishment, everyone must look like they belong in that ship. She always tries to dress the part.   She grew up in a middle-class family, then she became a beauty queen and appearance was everything. Everything she owned, or put on her body was nothing less than posh. Olivia enjoys the finer things in life, it's what she had been accustomed to for some time. She had a cert

Roman was telling the truth when he said he was on that cruise for a job. He was 26 years old, single, and prefers women who are older than him. When he spotted Olivia by the side of the pool, his mind was fixed on her. She's beautiful. He couldn't get her off his head.   When he said he wasn't following her, he was lying. The first thing he did after the initial sighting from the upper deck was to find out who the strikingly attractive woman in blue whose eyes have met him and send shivers down his spine.   Adele Leighton, suite 401, staying alone, and nothing more. He had to conjure up his own theory based on that limited information. Suite 401 was a confirmation that she was a lady of leisure, only those who come from a certain social class can afford that cabin if it can be called a cabin at all. It resembles a Presidential Suite

She was giggling while looking through her binoculars. Finally, she found the site she'd been wanting to see. A pod of dolphins swimming near the ship. They seemed to be having fun jumping in and out of the water close to the rumbling engines. Dolphins are one of her favorite creatures. They're mammals that live in the sea, they are technically fish with the intelligence of a chimp, and they behave like dogs, they even have a facial expression, they're always smiling. At least that's how she sees it. Watching them in their natural habitat was a different experience. The way they swim so freely in the vast body of water, they are in their element. They spun their bodies up in the air, racing against the boat while putting on a show, cutting through the water, their tail wagged as if to say 'hi', their excitement was contagious, she was grinning from ear to ear. A fluttering sound of a camera shutter came from her back. It was a moment worth eternalizing, it's very rare for that many

"Looks like someone's gonna miss the boat," he said as he sat on the sunbed next to her. "And I won't be alone," she raised her glass at him before she sipped the special drink. He shrugged, "Well ... I'm supposed to stay on the island for two nights as part of my job." He smiled, his clear blue eyes were looking straight into hers. "Hmm ... What a nice coincidence." "I hope they know you won't be going back to the ship, you might want to tell someone about it or they'll call the police." She almost choked on her drink, "You're kidding, right? They would do that?" He raised his brows and nodded, "Technically they're responsible for your well-being as their passenger." She grimaced, and leaned back on the sunbed, "That's ridiculous, I don't have to do that." Roman laughed lightly, "You really don't abide by rules, do you? Let me make it easier for you ..." he reached into his pocket and got his phone. "I'll call them for you." She wanted to stop him from doing it, but he was to