The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never by Gilbert Soysal

She found it curious that only men were stripped of their coats, their privacy laid bare, while women sailed through unchecked.

Curiosity tugged at her, but before she could delve deeper, Winston’s voice reached her ears.

“Don’t Linger.

It’s our turn.

”

The bodyguard, his eyes narrowed with suspicion, examined their credentials.

A flicker of recognition passed through his gaze, then with a curt nod, he ushered them aboard.

But as Hannah stepped onto the opulent deck, a familiar face, half-hidden in the crowd, sent a jolt through her.

Her brow furrowed, a memory stirring at the edge of her consciousness.

“What is it?” Winston asked, his voice laced with concern.

“What did you see?”

For a moment, the figure seemed to be Caleb.

eyes narrowed in

phantom Caleb vanished in a flicker of

with the crisp, polite inquiry of a

allow me to

his hand with a

ever the pragmatist, reacted first, handing over their tickets with a practiced

the waiter announced, “Your rooms are on the third floor, if you’ll please follow

”

to check

ship’s

elevator, the world shrinking to the confines of its gleaming

was like entering a floating Xanadu,

mused, wasn’t merely a ship; it was a leviathan of

a two-floored haven of plush

French windows, the sea danced, a tapestry of shimmering turquoise and emerald, casting the space in

one where

first five floors,” the waiter explained, his tone both deferential and informative, “are

spa sanctuary, where tranquility

to embrace the Zen spirit amidst the

eighth floor boasts a playground of aquatic delights, while the ninth floor has our other

emporium for those with discerning tastes for