On my honeymoon cruise, I got seasick and went back to our suite to find some medicine. Instead, I accidentally overheard my husband making a horrifying plan: “Tonight, just push her into the ocean. We’ll go home, collect her $300m inheritance, and spend the rest of our lives with my mistress!” I made one phone call… and the ending was more satisfying than they could have imagined!
The San Diego breeze should have felt like the beginning of my happily-ever-after. Instead, by the third day of my honeymoon, every breath of ocean air felt like a tightening noose around my neck. The luxurious multi-million-dollar yacht, a wedding present from my billionaire father, no longer felt like a romantic getaway. It felt like a prison floating in the middle of the sea.
For three days, I had been overwhelmed by a strange, unnatural exhaustion. Lucas, my seemingly perfect new husband, kept brushing my hair back and telling me it was nothing more than seasickness. Every evening, he lovingly handed me two small white pills and insisted they would help me sleep. I trusted him completely. Until that afternoon.
Something deep inside me forced my eyes open. My head was spinning, and every part of my body felt weighed down. I used the polished mahogany walls to steady myself as I slowly made my way out of the suite. By the time I reached the staircase leading to the middle deck, whatever strength I had left was disappearing. I leaned against the cold brass railing, struggling to breathe.
Then I heard the faint clinking of champagne glasses coming from the lower deck.
Laughter followed.
“How are you handling the dosage, Lucas?” The voice sounded practical and businesslike. I recognized it immediately. It belonged to Roderick, my father-in-law.
“Relax, Dad. Two pills every night, and I slipped a little more into her soup earlier. By midnight, she won’t even be able to keep her eyes open.” Lucas sounded completely relaxed. His voice carried the horrifying casualness of someone discussing something as ordinary as the weather.
My heart pounded violently against my ribs.
A chill spread through my entire body.
“So we’re doing it tonight?” Gertrude, my mother-in-law, whispered. She was the same woman who constantly hugged me and called me her “sweet daughter.”
“Tonight,” Lucas answered. “There’s supposed to be a squall after midnight. The crew will be inside. I’ll take her up to the aft deck and tell her she needs some fresh air. Then… one little push. The ocean will handle everything else.”
“And the trust fund?” Roderick asked. “When will we actually have access to the money?”
Lucas gave a low chuckle.
“I already got her to sign the power of attorney before the wedding. Once the authorities declare her lost at sea, the $300m will be transferred into my Swiss accounts.”
Gertrude laughed sharply.
“Brilliant. That pathetic heiress actually thinks she married Prince Charming. What about her parents?”
“They’re traveling to Salt Lake City next week. My people are already waiting. One brake failure on an icy mountain pass, and the entire family will be together in heaven.”
My stomach twisted violently.
I covered my mouth with both hands to keep myself from making a sound. My fingernails dug into my palms as I fought back a sob.
They were sitting on my father’s yacht, drinking my father’s champagne, and casually raising their glasses to the destruction of my entire family.
The effects of the drugs were beginning to overwhelm me again. That heavy fog was creeping back into my mind, pulling me toward unconsciousness.
Outside, the ocean roared against the yacht.
Midnight was only a few hours away.
I was alone in international waters, surrounded by people pretending to be my family while secretly planning my murder.
And I had only a few hours to figure out how I was going to survive.
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