Survival on the Deserted Ind


    No one would ever understand how Orion''s heart felt like it was being hollowed out, piece by piece, when he heard the news about Seraphina.


    He felt as though someone had torn away his very soul.


    Ramona gazed at his most prized grandson. Orion was exceptional, decisive, and ruthless-a man who had made the Forbes list a permanent residence within just a few short years. Yet, was he really willing to throw it all away for a woman?


    "Guard the door well. Don''t let him take a single step outside this room!"


    Ramona ced an order before turning to leave.


    He couldn''t let that woman ruin an heir whom he had painstakingly nurtured, even if extreme measures


    were necessary.


    Time heals all wounds, he thought. Eventually, Orion would face reality and move on.


    By then, the woman would no longer matter.


    The air was thick with silence and coldness.


    No one dared to leave their posts, but they all feared Orion''s potential for a fierce rebellion.


    Everyone could feel the immense sorrow radiating from him-a grief so deep it seemed to seep from his very bones, tugging at their own hearts.


    Suddenly, Orion curled in on himself. The resolute and weathered expression etched on his face gave way to a moment of fragility and deep regret. "I regret it, Seraphina. I regret the divorce."


    Ramona, who had just reached the door, froze in his tracks. He wore aplex expression as he turned around and looked at Orion.


    The room was deathly quiet; even the sound of breathing was cautious.


    No one had ever seen Orion like this. He had always been confident, proud, and an unstoppable force.


    And now he was admitting defeat and regret over a single woman?


    It was clear this woman meant more to him than his very life.


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    After walking for over twenty minutes, Seraphina felt her legs go numb. Her feet rubbed raw with blisters, and the pain was unrelenting.


    When they finally reached their destination, the rain had just stopped.


    The sound of the waves crashing against the shore grew louder, the wind whipping fiercely, and the ocean roared as it pounded against the rocks, echoing with the fierce cry of a storm,


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    at their feet, making it difficult to walk.


    Finished


    The man ahead of her moved with determined strength, showing no sign of fatigue despite the long trek.


    Clearly, he was ustomed to such environments.


    Under the shelter of some rocks on a hillside, Kaveh pushed aside a boulder nearly half as tall as a man, revealing a small cave behind it.


    He beckoned to Seraphina, who stood there in shock, before ducking into the cave.


    A hidden space?


    Seraphina followed him inside. The cave was just big enough for two people, with seawater trickling down through cracks in the rock, leaving barely any ce to stand.


    Kaveh squeezed through a gap barely wider than a foot. He turned his body sideways to slip through.


    On the other side, he called out to her. Mimicking his actions, Seraphina wriggled through. Suddenly, her view opened up.


    There is light?


    The interior was clean, with dry, neatly arranged branches and leaves. Though the air was a bit damp, I was ten times better than outside.


    Seraphina smiled as she watched Kaveh retrieve a backpack from a high ledge. It was a ssic Nike backpack.


    She recognized it instantly-it matched the shoes he was wearing.


    He pulled out a men''s windbreaker and put it on. Then he took out matching pants. Before putting them on, he hesitated and looked at Seraphina. She stared at him intently, her gaze unflinching, as if afraid he would disappear.


    Kaveh smiled helplessly.


    "Miss, if you want to watch, I don''t mind."


    Seraphina froze for a moment, then quickly realized what he meant. She hurriedly turned her back to him; her face involuntarily felt warm.


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