“A sedative.”

I already knew.

But hearing it from someone else made the reality more terrifying.

“How long until it wears off?”

“Depends on what he gave you.”

“Marcus.”

He stopped.

“If you want to survive tonight, you need to stay conscious.”

“I am trying.”

“No.”

His eyes locked onto mine.

“You need to fight it.”

I nodded.

Then something occurred to me.

“Why are you helping me?”

He didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he reached into his jacket.

This time he pulled out a photograph.

He handed it to me.

I looked down.

My breath caught.

It was a picture of Flynn.

But he wasn’t alone.

Standing beside him were Aidan and Fiona.

And a fourth person.

A man I didn’t recognize.

Behind them was a building.

A black sign hung above the entrance.

STERLING PRIVATE TRUST.

My father’s company.

I looked at Marcus.

“What is this?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out.”

“Why would Flynn be there?”

Marcus’s expression was grim.

“Because your husband didn’t meet your family for the first time when he met you.”

I stared at him.

“What does that mean?”

“It means Flynn has been connected to the Sterling family for years.”

The yacht rocked again.

Somewhere above us, a door slammed.

Then footsteps.

Marcus looked toward the sound.

“They’re searching the ship.”

My pulse raced.

“We have to go.”

He nodded.

But before we moved, my phone vibrated.

A new message.

Unknown number.

I opened it.

There was only one sentence.

YOU’RE LOOKING IN THE WRONG DIRECTION.

Then another message arrived.

A photograph.

My blood ran cold.

It was a picture of me.

Taken that afternoon.

On the staircase.

At the exact moment I had overheard Flynn and his parents.

Someone had been watching me.

The picture had been taken from above.

From the upper deck.

I stared at the image.

Then I noticed something behind me.

A reflection in the brass railing.

A person standing several feet away.

Watching me.

Not Flynn.

Not Aidan.

Not Fiona.

Someone else.

Someone I had never seen before.

I zoomed in.

The face was partially hidden by darkness.

But there was one unmistakable detail.

A silver ring.

A ring bearing the same strange crest I had seen engraved on the back of the power-of-attorney document.

My fingers went numb.

Marcus looked at the screen.

His expression changed instantly.

“Where did you get that?”

“The message.”

“Who sent it?”

“I don’t know.”

He stared at the photograph.

Then he whispered something that made my entire body go cold.

“That ring belongs to the person who originally hired Flynn.”

I looked at him.

“You know who it is?”

Marcus didn’t answer.

Instead, he looked toward the corridor behind us.

Then he said:

“Yes.”

“Who?”

He took a step closer.

Before he could speak, every light on the yacht went out.

Complete darkness swallowed us.

A woman’s scream echoed somewhere above.

Then came the sound of breaking glass.

Marcus grabbed my hand.

“Don’t move.”

I heard footsteps.

Running.

Then a man’s voice over the emergency speakers.

“Attention all passengers. Please remain in your cabins. We are experiencing a temporary electrical malfunction.”

I recognized the voice.

It was the captain.

But Marcus shook his head.

“That’s not the captain.”

My heart stopped.

“Then who is it?”

A pause.

He leaned toward my ear.

“The captain disappeared two hours ago.”

And somewhere in the darkness behind us, a door slowly opened.

Someone whispered my name.

“Emily…”

I knew that voice.

It was Flynn.

And he sounded terrified.

Not angry.

Not threatening.

Terrified.

Then he said something I never expected to hear.

“Emily, if you can hear me…”

A gunshot exploded somewhere on the deck above.

Flynn shouted.

“RUN.”

And suddenly I understood.

Maybe my husband wasn’t the only person trying to kill me.

Maybe he wasn’t even the most dangerous person on this ship.

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PART 3 — THE LAST SECRET

For one terrible second, I couldn’t breathe.

Flynn’s voice still echoed through the darkness.

“RUN.”

Then another gunshot cracked through the yacht.

Marcus pulled me behind a steel support beam.

“Stay here.”

“No.”

He looked at me.

“I’m not leaving you.”

He grabbed my shoulders.

“You don’t understand. Whoever is on this ship isn’t following Flynn’s plan anymore.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means your husband may have just become the next target.”

The emergency lights flickered on.

Red.

Everything was bathed in a dim crimson glow.

Marcus looked toward the passage.

“Stay behind me.”

We moved.

My legs were still weak, but fear was stronger than the drugs.

We reached the lower deck.

A man was lying beside the stairwell.

I recognized him immediately.

The captain.

He was alive, barely conscious, with blood on his shirt.

Marcus crouched beside him.

“Who did this?”

The captain struggled to speak.

“Man… silver ring…”

Then his eyes closed.

My stomach dropped.

The ring.

The mysterious figure from the photograph.

I looked at Marcus.

“We have to find Flynn.”

Marcus nodded.

We followed a trail of blood toward the aft corridor.

The door was half open.

Inside, Flynn was sitting against the wall.

His white dinner shirt was stained red.

I stopped.

For the first time since I had married him, I saw genuine fear in his eyes.

He looked at me.

“Emily.”

I said nothing.

He slowly raised his hands.

“I didn’t shoot him.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“You shouldn’t.”

That answer stunned me.

Flynn swallowed.

“I lied to you about almost everything.”

I laughed bitterly.

“You poisoned me.”

“I sedated you.”

“You planned to throw me into the ocean.”

His eyes dropped.

“Yes.”

The word hit harder than a scream.

I stepped closer.

“Why?”

“Because I was drowning.”

I stared at him.

“You were going to murder me because you were drowning?”

“I owed people money.”

“How much?”

“Everything.”

He looked up.

“Not millions. Billions.”

My blood ran cold.

“Who?”

Before he could answer, footsteps sounded in the corridor.

Marcus raised his weapon.

Aidan appeared.

His face was no longer calm.

His expensive suit was torn, and there was blood on his cheek.

Behind him stood Fiona.

Both were terrified.

Fiona pointed toward Flynn.

“Don’t trust him!”

Flynn laughed.

“That’s rich.”

Aidan shouted, “He’s the one who betrayed us!”

I stared at all three of them.

“Betrayed you?”

Silence.

Then I understood.

They weren’t one team anymore.

They had turned on each other.

Aidan looked at me.

“Emily, listen to me. Flynn was supposed to kill you. That’s true. But the money was never the real objective.”

“What?”

“Your father knew.”

My heart stopped.

“My father?”

Aidan nodded.

“Your father knew someone was coming for his fortune.”

I shook my head.

“No.”

“He knew Flynn had been approached.”

“No.”

“He knew about the power of attorney.”

I couldn’t breathe.

“Then why did he let me marry Flynn?”

Aidan smiled bitterly.

“Because your father wanted to see who was behind it.”

A cold sensation traveled through me.

“What are you saying?”

A voice answered from behind me.