Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 57
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BLAIRE
After dinner, everything surrounding us felt light. Somehow, what Sebastian suggested about us pretending to be just a normal couple seems to help to lighten up the mood. It keeps my head off from thinking about what might happen after our deal is off.
Once we’re done eating, he decides to stay for a couple of minutes as he still needs to talk to the people managing the thing we need on the island. He also needs to make a few calls, so I decided to head to the cabin and settle myself in.
I was amazed to see how beautiful the house was. It was like how I imagine it from the outside. As I looked around the house, I couldn’t help feeling nostalgic as the house somehow reminded me of something that I had forgotten completely.
Nestled along the pristine shores of a secluded beach, the opulent cabin stands as a testament to luxury and sophistication. Surrounded by lush greenery and framed by the gentle curve of the coastline, this exquisite residence offers a harmonious blend of natural beauty and lavish design.
The exterior of the cabin showcases a masterful combination of modern architecture and traditional elegance. Expansive floor-to-ceiling windows invite the breathtaking ocean views into every corner of the house. The exterior is adorned with rich, warm wood, complemented by stone accents that add a touch of timeless grandeur.
A sp ac ious terrace unfolds before the cabin, featuring a private infinity pool that seamlessly merges with the h o riz on of the azure sea. Plush outdoor furnishings and meticulously manicured gardens create an idyllic space for relaxation, where the soothing sounds of waves provide a constant serenade.
Stepping inside, the interior exudes an air of refinement. The open-concept living space boasts high ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers, casting a soft, ambient glow over carefully curated furnishings. Sumptuous fabrics and artisanal details enhance the sense of luxury, while panoramic views of the ocean serve as a living masterpiece.
The gourmet kitchen is a culinary haven equipped with state-of-the-art appliances and adorned with marble countertops. A grand dining area, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, offers a backdrop of breathtaking sunsets and moonlit evenings.
As I stood by the window of the kitchen, I noticed another cabin. The only difference is that cabin was built in the middle of the ocean. It looks the same as the cabin found in a famous resort in Maldives. And that’s what hits me. I remember way back my time with Sebastian, I mentioned to him that I wanted to have my own cabin in the middle of the ocean just like the one I usually see on the internet. During those times, he’s was fixated
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on his laptop as he’s always busy working. I had no idea that he had been listening to me this whole time.
I found myself walking out through the back door as I walked closer towards the shore to keep a closer look. But since it’s located in a deeper part of the ocean, all I could do was stare at it from afar.
“Blaire!”
I heard Sebastian shouting my name from the main cabin. When I turned around, I found him walking out of the kitchen back door where I exited a while ago.
He stares at me for a moment before shifting his eyes towards the cabin standing in the middle of the ocean. As I notice him acting as if I caught his secret, it confirms my suspicion that it’s he built it according to what I told him before.
Once he finally composed himself, he walked towards where I was standing.

“It’s getting cold. Let’s go inside,” he said.
“What’s in there, Sebastian?” I asked. Even though I’m sure it’s another cabin, I want to hear it from him.
“It’s nothing, let’s go,” he replied, skillfully evading my inquiry with a faint smile that failed to mask his discomfort.
“Nothing? Then it’s fine if we stay there instead of here?” I pressed on, my curiosity piqued by the guarded secret he seemed intent on keeping.
Caught off guard, he hesitated before finally revealing, “There’s nothing much inside. All the essential items are here in the main cabin.”
A subtle shift in his demeanour betrayed a concealed mystery, and my curiosity deepened. What was he hiding in that secondary space? The air carried a sense of intrigue as we approached the mysterious enclave.
“It’s okay. We’ve already had our dinner. We won’t be doing anything other than sleeping,” I reassured him, hoping to coax the truth from the shadows.
“Yeah, that’s right. It almost slipped my mind. There’s no bed in there,” he confessed, relief washing over his face as if he had successfully sidestepped a delicate revelation.
His admission only fueled my curiosity further. What warranted keeping a separate space, devoid of sleeping arrangements? The allure of the unknown lingered, casting a subtle spell of anticipation. As we ventured towards the concealed cabin, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this hidden retreat than met the eye-a clandestine corner that held the potential to unravel secrets and redefine the course of
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our evening.
As I observed him, a bemused scepticism played on my features, my raised eyebrow silently questioning the mystery he seemed reluctant to unveil. His demeanour betrayed a touch of guilt, a subtle admission that there was more to the concealed cabin than he was letting on. My curiosity morphed into a determined resolve to uncover the secrets shrouded in that hidden space.
“What’s really in there?” I probed, my tone a delicate blend of playful insistence. The atmosphere cra ckled with an unspoken tension, a dance between revelation and evasion.
He hesitated, caught in the crossfire of his own secrecy. A fleeting expression of guilt flickered across his face, revealing that whatever lay behind the door held significance, perhaps even vulnerability.
“I promise it’s nothing extraordinary,” he finally admitted, the words laden with a guarded assurance that only fueled my determination to unravel the enigma.
Dismissing what he said, I looked around the shore, trying to find something that we could use to get into that cabin. “Oh, look! There’s a jetski there. We can use that to go there, right?” I asked him.
“Blaire, there’s nothing in there. Why don’t we just go back inside so we can take a rest,” he insisted. I can sense his frustration as I refuse to let go of the topic.
Ignoring his attempt to divert my attention, I moved with purpose towards the shore where the jetski rested, a sleek vessel ready to carve through the azure waters. The caretakers of this haven had evidently anticipated our desires, as the jetski stood poised for the aquatic adventures that awaited us.
As I approached, a surge of anticipation coursed through me. The sun-k*ssed waves lapped gently against the shore, beckoning me to figure out whatever it is that he’s hiding in that cabin. Without hesitation, I mounted the jetski with practised ease.
My fingers deftly worked to remove the securing rope that tethered the jetski to the dock, its purpose to resist the pull of the waves. As the last knot yielded to my touch, a surge of liberation echoed in the rhythmic lapping of the ocean.
“Blaire! What the fck are you doing? Come back here!”
I can hear him shouting behind me. But I completely ignore him. Instead, I continue what I’m doing until I’m fully ready to go against the raging waves.
The scent of salt lingered in the air, and the distant calls of seabirds added a symphonic backdrop to the unfolding scene. The turquoise expanse stretched before me, a canvas inviting exploration and the thrill of speed cutting through the cerulean embrace of the
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As I glanced over my shoulder, a mischievous grin played on my lips as I noticed Sebastian swiftly mounting the second jetski, a determined glint in his eyes. The subtle competition between us added a layer of exhilaration to our seaside adventure.
“Oh, so you decided to join me, huh!” I called out, my voice riding the breeze as I revved the engine, propelling my jetski forward.
He responded with a deeper frown and frustrated look, his own jetski accelerating to match my pace. “Blaire, come back here!” he shouted.
The open sea unfolded before us, a canvas of endless possibilities, as we manoeuvred our jetskis through the dancing waves. The sun dipped lower on the h o rizon, casting a warm glow over the shimmering water, and our laughter echoed in sync with the rhythmic hum of the engines.
“You won’t stop me from exploring that cabin, Sebastian,” I smirked as I squeezed the accelarator tighter. “What secrets are you hiding in there?”
Being the first to reach the cabin, my eagerness propelled me to swiftly dismount the jetski and ascend the stairs that led to the door. Sebastian was close on my heels, fueling my determination to outpace him. However, an unexpected obstacle lay hidden on the staircase-a step covered in slippery algae. My foot lost traction on the algae-covered step, causing me to stumble mid-flight. A sharp pang of pain shot through me as I winced, realizing I had sprained my ankle in the sudden fall.
Sebastian’s concerned voice reached my ears as he hurried to my side. “Blaire, are you okay?” he asked worriedly. “How can you be so stubborn? Look what happened to you!” he scolded me.
I took a moment to regain my composure, gritting my teeth against the pain. “I’m fine,” I replied, attempting to stand despite the throbbing ache in ankle.
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Sebastian, however, wasn’t convinced. “Let me help you,” he insisted as he carefully lifted me up towards the cabin.