Chapter 4:The Royal Princess Cruise Ship As dusk covered the ocean, guests gathered along the railings of the Royal Princess cruise ship, gazing out at the vast expanse of the sea.
As the ship approached Ontdale Harbor, one woman in particular caught the eye.
Clad in a red silk dress that billowed like liquid fire in the dim lights, she radiated charm.
The fabric hugged her curves, sculpting her waist, while her long, elegant legs seemed to stretch endlessly.
Her hair was up in an intricate bun, and her bold red lips, paired with pearl earrings, whispered of understated luxury.
The outfit was simple, but undeniably seductive.
Wow, honey, look at you now! The legendary queen, the Scarlet Serpent, has returned.
exclaimed Rebecca, in a voice of astonishment.
You've been dressing like a nun for three years, what a shame! Scarlet Serpent had been Allison's code name during her missions, a character as daring as the red she usually wore.
Back then, she took pride in her looks, dressing to match her fierce identity.
But Colton… He had rejected her, calling her style obnoxious and demanding that she imitate Melany.
Allison obeyed, thinking she would win him back if she blended into the background.
Modest whites, housewife duties, trying to be the perfect woman her family had wanted.
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nothing worked.
The Stevens family had discarded her despite everything.
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Allison's lips.
“You're right, Rebecca,” he responded.
It's time for me to be myself again.
As those words left her lips, she still didn't realize that Colton and Melany had just arrived at the port.
They were greeted by Kaelyn, whose loyalty to Colton knew no bounds.
Ms.
Johnson, it's finally here! You can't imagine how much Mr.
Stevens has missed you.
He has planned a special surprise for tonight on the cruise.
Kaelyn exclaimed, too eager to please.
Melany shook her head, her lips pursed.
Colton, you don't have to go to so much trouble.
People will have a negative impression of you.
Colton took his hand.
You don't have to worry about his opinions.
I'm already divorced, no one will say anything.
As more guests filtered onto the ship, Allison and Rebecca made their way through the crowd to the third floor, where the banquet awaited them.
The ship, lit like a palace of decay, It exuded period glamour.
In the center, the music was loud and wild, and bodies swayed to the rhythm without a care.
Rebecca handed Allison a key card.
Enjoy tonight! I have reserved eight gigolos for you.
They're all clean and perfect, he joked.
Allison raised an eyebrow, amused.
We weren't here to track down the perfumer, not to fool around.
Don't worry.
We have one hour before the event starts.
I have people watching the guests of the Charisma Company for you.
You could have fun while you wait.
He pointed across the room to a striking man.
Speaking of fun, I think I'll go dance to that nice piece over there.
Allison watched as the man winked at Rebecca.
She shook her head, laughing softly, and slipped the key card into her purse.
Come on, then.
I'll be in the hallway to the right.
He wasn't in the mood for romantic distractions, so after ordering a tequila, he headed to the quieter part of the ship, where the breeze and the endless horizon offered respite from the noise.
But the peace It didn't last long.
Hello, beautiful.
Drinking AloneAllison looked up to see a short, slimy-looking man leering at her.
If you're feeling a little lonely, the boys and I can fix it, he scoffed, pointing to a small group of equally unpleasant men a few steps away.
The short man strutted over, his gold chain swinging with each exaggerated step and her fingers glistening with flashy rings, as if they were worth more than her dignity.
She leaned toward him, her breath heavy with arrogance.
I've got money to burn, baby.
How about.
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My hand! There was a sharp crack as Allison effortlessly twisted her wrist.
The movement was so fluid it seemed rehearsed.
His bones creaked like dry branches, and she didn't even dignify him with a glance.
Leave while you can.
The man froze, not quite processing what had just happened.
Then he felt pain, howled, and withdrew his hand in disbelief.
A woman had just knocked him down as easily as swatting a fly.
The humiliation quickly turned to fury.
He grabbed a nearby bottle with his uninjured hand, his face red with rage.
You think you can get away with it You're dead.
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