Blake was startled, his body tense as Amora’s scream pierced his ears. He strained to listen carefully, trying to determine where the scream had come from. His gaze darted in every direction, searching desperately for Amora, who had disappeared without a trace.Then, he saw a woman waving her hand in the air. A transparent cardigan clung perfectly to her figure. Blake smiled—he knew that outfit well. It was the same one she had worn when they had shared an intimate moment at the villa.Without hesitation, Blake sprinted toward the woman. It was indeed Amora, the woman he loved. Her slender fingers played with the grains of sand, shaping them into a small castle and decorating it with seashells. Amora’s eyes widened in surprise when she noticed a beautiful, intricate shell lying on the pristine white sand.Excitedly, she picked it up and showed it to Blake, her smile brightening her face even more. The delicate curve of her lips made her look even more stunning against the white sand b

She was even more amazed by the breathtaking scenery of the island. The atmosphere felt incredibly welcoming, and she could sense an extraordinary comfort as the island embraced her presence. Dry leaves crunched under her feet, while lush green bushes and towering coconut trees added to the island’s charm.Her heart felt at peace as the scent of the sea mixed with the gentle breeze. Her eyes caught sight of a pile of seashells. Without hesitation, Amora ran toward them, with Blake following closely behind."They're so beautiful! I'll take a few to display at home!" Amora eagerly picked up several shells and stuffed them into the pocket of her pants.Blake shook his head in disbelief. His girl was truly something else. He chose not to interrupt her and simply let her be, watching as her pocket gradually bulged from the number of shells she had collected.A soft chuckle escaped Blake’s lips. He hadn't expected Amora to gather that many shells. Amora, however, paid no attention to his am

he women sneered. "Someone as ugly as you could never be Blake’s wife. You and Blake are like the ocean and a dirty flood—completely incompatible!" she added, receiving nods of agreement from the other women. "Amanda is right. Before claiming to be Blake’s wife, you should go buy a mirror and take a good look at yourself. Self-awareness is important. Or have you already lost your mind?" another woman mocked, scanning Amora from head to toe with a condescending gaze. "Maybe she’s an escaped mental patient," one of them said, eyes widening in a mix of shock and feigned fear. "Guys, should I call the asylum right now? We have to report her before she gets even crazier, right?" she continued in an exaggerated tone. Amora's young coconut became the target of the women’s anger. Meanwhile, Blake, who had been silently observing and listening to the cruel taunts, clenched his fists tightly, resisting the urge to step in. No—he wanted to see how Amora would handle the situation herself. His

“You fraud!” Zuri snapped at Alice without hesitation. Alice frowned. “Zuri, what’s going on? Why are you so angry?” She pretended not to know anything, feigning innocence in front of Zuri while wincing in pain from the fierce grip Zuri had on her hair. “Do you think I’m stupid? Huh? I heard everything you just said. You tricked me!” Zuri shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice shaking with rage. “The jewelry wasn’t fake, was it? You lying witch!” Zuri completely lost it, yanking Alice’s hair even harder, causing her to fall onto the floor. Alice struggled, trying to break free from Zuri’s grip. “Ouch, Zuri! Let go! What the hell is this? I told you the truth, and you even saw the proof yourself, didn’t you?” She still refused to admit her wrongdoing. Of course, she didn’t want to suffer any losses, let alone return all the jewelry to Zuri. Zuri yanked Alice’s hair even more forcefully, pulling her head back. “Don’t play dumb, Alice. I heard everything. You tricked me so I’

After a long and emotional argument, Alice finally let out a deep sigh and looked at Zuri with a slightly softer expression. "Zuri, I understand that you feel betrayed, but I never intended to deceive you." Alice was now much calmer. "How about we just consider this a misunderstanding?" Alice didn’t want to drag this out any further. Truthfully, she was afraid of Blake’s threats. If he hadn’t intervened, she would have pushed forward to claim her big profit. Zuri crossed her arms and scoffed. "A misunderstanding? I was clearly being played!" Alice gave a small smirk. "Alright, if that’s how you see it. But look at it from another perspective—you now know the jewelry is real, and you could make more than $50,000 from it. So, neither of us really lost, right?" Zuri scoffed again, but deep down, she couldn't entirely argue with that. She glanced at Alice, weighing her words, before finally letting out a long sigh. She couldn’t keep holding a grudge against her friend forever. "What