CHAPTER 94

SOPHIA'S POV

The early morning sun over the Balearic Sea turned the deep water into a sheet of liquid sapphire.

Our private chartered yacht glided silently through a quiet cove near Formentera, with its twin engines humming at a low, soothing purr. The steep red limestone cliffs of the island rose up around us, topped with wild pine trees and fragrant rosemary, keeping our private anchorage hidden from the rest of the world.

There were no trade ministers here. No locked satellite screens, no company lawyers, and no news reporters.

I stood near the front of the yacht in a simple white linen sundress, feeling the warm Mediterranean...