The yacht was a masterpiece of engineering—an enormous vessel large enough to house a palace on water.
From the moment they stepped on board, the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken tension.
They were surrounded by enemies.
Every guest on the yacht was a power player—billionaires, politicians, crime lords.
And every single one of them was watching.
Waiting.
For Vincent and Anastasia to make a mistake.
But they did not.
They arrived separately, as always.
Anastasia, in a sleek red dress that made her look like the embodiment of danger.
Vincent, in a black suit that made him look untouchable.
They barely acknowledged each other.
And yet, beneath the illusion of rivalry, their minds worked in perfect sync.
They knew what was coming.
They were prepared.