The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 617

Spotting Zach starting to move away, Alice asked, “Where are you headed, Zach?”

At the beginning of the cruise, Madelyn felt perfectly fine. But as the ship started to rock more heavily, she became sick and rushed to the restroom. When she emerged, looking drained, she walked down a dimly lit hallway. There, she noticed a woman in a fancy dress and a fallen hat nearby. As Madelyn bent down to pick it up, she caught sight of the woman pulling a man into a dark corner. Their whispers reached Madelyn’s ears. The woman’s confident, alluring voice was clear, “Your prick’s so huge; don’t you want it, Zach?”

Madelyn froze, catching her breath. It felt like a punch to the chest, ‘Zach?‘

She had not seen him in years, ‘No way! Why is he here? He’s supposed to be in Ventropolis! Her heart raced.

“Miss Girard, you’re out of line.”

Madelyn’s eyes widened at the sound of the deep, familiar voice, and the hat in her hands slipped to the floor. Overwhelmed by memories and sensing someone nearby, panic surged within her. She darted away, the cruise ship’s sudden jolt echoing her urgency.

Nearby, Alice stumbled into Zach, who steadied her. He peeked through a nearby door’s crack, spotting a figure – it looked like Madelyn – falling and then rushing off.

room, Madelyn hurriedly stuffed items from a locker into her bag. With the banquet winding down,

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staying

eyes widened, “Seriously?”

why the banquet ended early. Everyone, guests

waves crashing against the ship, punctuated by deafening thunder and bright lightning flashes. Their beds?

time Lila rose to use the restroom, the movement roused Madelyn. Lila left the door slightly open, allowing a chilly sea breeze to permeate the room. Lila’s discomfort was likely from the crew meal she had eaten earlier. Exiting the restroom, she

“Who are you?“.

an adjacent room. The rhythmic thud of footsteps resounded on the wooden deck. A tall figure made his way

as it creaked and sank a bit. A cold, smoky scent filled the air. Suddenly, a rough hand brushed her face. She jerked upright, but strong arms immediately pulled her close. A deep, mocking voice

inside her, “Let go… now…”

Madelyn cried

fit for royalty, vastly larger than her own quarters. The space was decked out like a posh hotel suite, complete with an opulent bathroom showcasing a lavish bathtub. Through the open curtains, the vast ocean stretched out. Zach, appearing every bit the victor of

do this!” Madelyn pleaded, her

her. His actions were hurried, as if driven by intoxication. Perhaps the alcohol clouded his judgment, making him act without restraint. The last time they were close left a lasting impression on him. Since