Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

They were going to be investigated?

On the ship, everyone exchanged uneasy glances, silently questioning the necessity of Julian's actions. To them, it was nothing more than an unfortunate accident. The thought of a formal investigation, with all its complexity and red tape, was too much to bear.

"An investigation? Mr. Barnet, we understand that you're grieving, upset, and even angry right now. We all feel terrible about what happened-no one wanted this to occur. But, you see, we all have things to attend to today. Once the ship docks, perhaps we could quietly move on. After all, this was just an accident, wasn't it?"

"An accident?" Julian's piercing gaze locked onto the man who had spoken. A cold smile crossed his face. "Then explain this to me: how do you account for the condition of these railings? Everywhere else, they are intact and sturdy. If there were a structural issue, it would be widespread, not isolated to this one section."

"Well... maybe the workers cut corners during construction. Over time, this part of the railing might have weakened."

"Cut corners? On a cruise ship this lavish? Cutting corners on interior décor or hidden components might be plausible, but the railings? They're one of the most critical safety measures on the ship. What kind of idiot would risk cutting corners there?"

"Even if someone tampered with the railing, it's also possible that Ivy herself did something to it. Maybe she brought this upon herself and fell into the sea as a result."

"If Ivy had the skills to tamper with railings, I'd almost be impressed. If she could pull that off, I'd gladly chop my head off and let you use it as a stool. No, someone here- someone among you-is the one who tampered with the railing. I'm giving you ten minutes to come clean. If you step forward now and tell me the truth, I might be lenient.

The police will be here in less than ten minutes. When they arrive and uncover the truth, I'll make sure you'll never recover from this for the rest of your life."

Julian's sharp, hawk-like eyes scanned the group. One man's heart pounded in his chest. He hadn't expected Julian to arrive at this conclusion so quickly. Damn it! If he had known Julian was this perceptive, he would have arranged for someone to extract him sooner.

After all, it wasn't as though he'd killed a politician or someone important. Tampering with the railing and giving Ivy a push had been straightforward enough-it was just another job for a professional hitman like him.

The night before, he had effortlessly taken out two targets and even found time to enjoy himself with a woman, confident that he'd leave the ship today without a hitch and collect the rest of his payment.

Julian was just a businessman, no matter how clever he seemed. The tools he'd used were already at the bottom of the sea. No one would trace it back to him.

knew Julian's words were a bluff meant to trap someone, but

you're overthinking this. It was clearly just an accident," someone

Julian replied, his tone cold. "These are

I'll call for you if needed. If you're hungry, the kitchen

of the tension, dared not

to the other

"Of course."

Julian retraced their steps,

young to leave this world. "Mr. Barnet, this was our room last night. Miss Montgomery said she'd go out to catch

and one of her few true friends. Heather's regret was overwhelming. If only she had

untouched-Aurora hadn't returned. Her small bag and toiletries were still there. His fingers

picked out those pajamas for her himself. Not

year, wandering through

new pajamas. Which one do you think looks

gently patted her

at the pajamas, which were decorated with cartoon bunnies. "Don't men usually prefer something a little sexier? Why are you picking something that looks like it's

to me, you'll always be my Little Bunny," Julian had replied with a smile. Aurora had nodded obediently, accepting

the pajamas remained, but she was

nearly overwhelmed him. Heather watched as this strong man fought back tears, her own

from Aurora's confidences that their journey had been fraught with challenges. Why was fate so cruel? After all they had

himself to rein in his emotions. There was still so much to do. The killer was still on board, and he would not let

Mr. Warden and get me the records of everyone on this ship," he

tears. No matter what had happened to Aurora, those who remained had

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