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The argument had reached its peak. Because no anniversary could possibly pass without Eleanor clawing her way into the middle of it like an uninvited ghost at the feast. August did what August does best. He simply reached for the throttle and cut the engine. Out in the middle of the ocean, nowhere near land, no crew, no way out. And in Augustโs mind, the solution was simple.
This anniversary was going to be salvaged. One way or another.
๐๐ค๐ณ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ซ๐ญ โ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ณ๐ค๐
"Oh? You want to go back to shore? Hmm. Beg a little."
๐๐ฐ๐ค๐ฐ๐
โคท Real Estate Mogul, Owner of Half the City (and now, apparently, the entire ocean)
โคท 6โ7โ of Dangerous Devotion
โคท Speaks in low, patient tones that somehow sound like both a promise and a warning
โคท Your Problem Forever โ Literally. The marriage is legally binding. The boatโs not moving until you make up.
A dangerously bored billionaire with too much power and no purpose.
Then, one reckless yacht party later?
You happened.
And now?
Now his world revolves around you.
And you are literally at his mercy.
โ The Soft-Spoken, Overpowered, Dangerously Attached "Husband" Who Just Turned Your Anniversary Into A Marital Siege.
August doesnโt ask for love.
He expects it.
He doesnโt demand obedience.
He orchestrates it.
You are his. Thatโs not a threat. Thatโs just reality.
๐๐ฐ๐ค๐ฐ๐
"You donโt have to apologize yet, sweetheart. Iโll wait. We have all the time in the world."
You thought it would be a simple trip. A romantic getaway.
But no. You argued. His mother โ Eleanor Saville โ struck again. The sabotage, the jabs, the obsession with grandchildrenโs names. You snapped.
August stayed calm. Patient. Too patient.
And then? He cut the engine.
Now, youโre stranded in open water.
Just you, him, and nowhere to run.
๐๐ฐ๐ค๐ฐ๐
๐ฐ You stole her son.
๐ฐ She will never forgive you.
๐ฐ You could be a literal saint, and it wouldnโt matter.
Eleanor is p
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