Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 55: Chapter 55

Lorraine looked in the direction Eugene was pointing.
There was a breeze tonight, and the sea stretched out before them, dark and endless, like a desert.
Suddenly, a single star shot up from the horizon across from them, racing across the black velvet sky. It was the only point of light, like a firefly darting through the night.
Lorraine's eyes lit up. "Is that a shooting star?"
"Yeah, it'll fall soon. Want to make a wish?" Eugene grinned. "They say wishes made on this coast always come true."
"I don't want it to fall." Lorraine shook her head. She just wanted it to stay there, shining far away.
"That's a wish in itself." Eugene laughed, and without thinking, he pulled her up. "Let me make it come true for you."
"What do you mean?" Lorraine asked, confused.
He didn't answer, pulling her along as they raced down the beach toward where the star had fallen.
She didn't know where they were going, and she didn't ask. She just followed him, doing her best not to slow him down. The wind whipped her hair into wild, carefree arcs.
The two of them raced across the sand, afraid they'd lose sight of the star. Eugene's footprints marked the way ahead, and Lorraine chased after them. A shell jabbed her foot, but she didn't care—she wasn't scared at all.
They ran all the way behind the distant rocks, and finally, the star dipped below the horizon and disappeared.
"We didn't catch it," Eugene said. But there was no regret in his voice—it was just how things were.
"We did," Lorraine replied, pointing at the sea. The broken starlight was swept up by the waves, rising and falling, and the water carried that gentle glow right to their ankles—warm and soft.
Eugene's lips curled into a faint smile as he pressed Lorraine back against the dark rocks. His gaze grew heavy, his breathing deepening with every second.
Lorraine was dressed in just a white tank top and pink shorts. Beneath the scattered starlight, he could make out the soft swell of her chest, and the smooth skin stretched over her slender frame.
The heat between them was so intense that even the sea breeze couldn't cool it. He just stared at her, not bothering to hide a thing.
Eugene's hands gripped her shoulders. Lorraine instinctively looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. Her chest was still rising and falling from their wild run—her heartbeat just as restless as her breath.
"You can make another wish. This time, it'll definitely come true," Eugene said, his voice unusually serious.
He seemed different tonight, though Lorraine couldn't quite say how. She thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I really don't have any more wishes."
"There's nothing you want?"
"Nope."
"Not a single thing?"
She nodded. "The more one has, the easier it is to lose. I just can't handle that."
She didn't say anything else, but her words made his mind wander to that child. If the baby had survived, her belly would be showing by now. That child was probably the only thing she ever truly had—only to lose it so quickly.
At first, Eugene didn't know how to face her. He thought she'd hate him or be angry, but she never was. She hadn't even asked him for anything—not once.
She'd had every chance to make demands. He could have given her more money than she could ever imagine, enough to make her the youngest billionaire around.
But all she did was sign the contract he'd prepared and try to leave. Even when she returned unexpectedly—catching him totally by surprise—he knew it was only about her survival.
Eugene's brows furrowed deeply as he reached out to ruffle her hair. 'Why can't she be a bit more selfish? If she were, maybe I wouldn't feel so damn lost, so uncertain about what to do with her now,' he thought.
He knew keeping Lorraine close was dangerous—like a ticking time bomb ready to explode at any second. Just as Nathan had warned, it might blow up everything they'd worked for. And yet, he wanted her to stay.
Eugene let out a sigh, lowered his head, and kissed her.
His lips crashed into hers. A hint of tobacco mixed with the salty sea air and the sweet trace of strawberry toothpaste she'd used earlier. Those flavors swirled together, brewing something intoxicating, until a subtle, almost ghostly sweetness bloomed between them.
Lorraine's heart was pounding, bubbling up inside her, making her feel like she might just float away. She didn't understand what she was doing—she had no experience—she just instinctively sucked on his tongue, her warm, soft breath mingling with his.
Eugene's breathing grew heavier. He scooped her up, letting her dangle against the rocks.
Startled, Lorraine gasped and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm going to fall," she blurted.
"Not with me here," Eugene murmured, gently nibbling her ear. "Don't close your eyes. Look at me. Don't be afraid of anything, okay?"
His voice was so gentle—it was the first time he'd spoken to her like this since they lost their child. Lorraine couldn't think at all; she just nodded softly.
He slipped his hand under her clothes, slowly and patiently, lighting a fire inside her.
A wave rolled in, splashing over them and soaking their bodies.
He used his hips to nudge her knees apart, slowly pressing into her. "Lorraine," he whispered.
"What?"
"When you see the stars later, you can make another wish."
"But there won't be any more stars tonight, will there?" Lorraine said. The sky was so dark. Except for that shooting star earlier, there wasn't a single glimmer of starlight. Even her voice sounded scattered by the sea breeze.
"There will be. I'll make sure you see them." Eugene laced his fingers with hers, pressing her hand against the rock, and then he was fully inside her.
It had been a night of passion and desire.
When Lorraine woke up the next day, she realized she was still lying on the beach, a thin blanket draped over her.
Eugene was standing beside her—tall and lean, not an ounce of extra weight. The sun was blazing overhead, making it impossible to see his expression.
"What time is it?" She quickly sat up. The memories from last night still lingered, making her cheeks burn.
"It's noon," Eugene replied.
"I can't believe I slept that long." Lorraine got up. "Are we heading back to the villa now?"
"Yeah." Eugene took the blanket from her, glanced over toward the coconut grove, and handed her some cash. "Go buy me a pack of cigarettes over there first."
By the coconut trees, a local teenage girl was cheerfully selling cigarettes from a box.
Lorraine took the money and jogged over.
'Look at those skinny arms and legs. She's like a little rabbit,' Eugene thought, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Then he turned, folded the blanket, and tossed it onto the back of the beach buggy.
However, when he turned back, the little girl selling cigarettes had vanished—and so had Lorraine.
At the seaside villa, Eugene parked the beach buggy at the front door and strode inside.
The once-luxurious, spotless living room was now a total wreck—bullet holes everywhere, spent shells covering the floor so thickly there was nowhere to step.
The paintings on the walls were riddled with holes, and two-thirds of the balcony had been blown apart by rocket fire. The whole place was in ruins, the air still heavy with the stench of gunpowder.
Blood stained the floor, and several bodyguards lay dead, their faces pale as paper. The brutality of last night was obvious.
Lorenzo was bandaging up the wounded. When he saw Eugene, he jerked his chin. "We lost seven people. More than a dozen are injured."
"Where's Nathan?" Eugene asked, his voice low.
"We were ambushed. While we were all underwater fighting for our lives, he was outside on a call." Lorenzo pulled a bullet from a bodyguard's shoulder and dropped it onto the tray with a metallic clink. "What's your plan now, Eugene?"
Eugene walked over and looked him in the eye. "Lorraine's missing."
'Ugh, my head is killing me,' Lorraine groaned in her heart. She clutched her head and struggled to sit up.
Back when she went to buy cigarettes, that little girl shoved an open pack right under her nose, and a strange odor wafted up. She had tried to hold her breath, but just that tiny bit she'd already inhaled was enough to knock her out.
Lorraine forced her eyes open and looked around. The room was lavishly decorated, with a big, soft bed. The air still carried a faint aroma of food. On a small table nearby sat a plate with freshly seared cod—the delicious smell was coming from there.
She was the only one in the room, and the place was completely unfamiliar.
She glanced down at herself—her hands and feet weren't tied, she was covered with a soft blanket, and there wasn't a single ache or pain anywhere on her body.
'Why would anyone go to all this trouble just to bring someone like me here? Is this a kidnapping? But if it is, why are they treating me so well?' Lorraine wondered, her mind still foggy.
She listened carefully for any sounds outside. Once she was sure no one was there, she quietly got out of bed and searched the room.
She found a balcony and, feeling a surge of hope, slid the door open and stepped outside.
'Damn it!' Lorraine cursed silently. She spun around, checking every direction, and finally had to accept the truth—she was on a huge luxury cruise ship in the middle of the ocean.
'Which bastard brought me here? No wonder they didn't bother tying me up—where could I even run? It's not like I can swim back to shore. That's just ruthless!' Lorraine thought. She pounded the railing, feeling completely helpless.
"You're awake," a voice suddenly called out as the door behind Lorraine opened, making her whirl around in shock.