But the Scott family’s influence was too strong. Just being rich wasn’t enough to escape them.
So, we made a plan.
On a moonless, windy night, we decided to take a yacht trip—to 'clear our minds.'
Many people on the yacht knew us.
Including Finn.
He had recovered from the brutal beating I gave him and was back to his usual self.
Seeing Allison and me standing by the railing, he walked over with a sinister smile.
“Wade, did you think you could just beat me and walk away?”
He leaned in and whispered, “Mark my words—Rianne will be mine sooner or later. And I will take your place.”
Allison and I suddenly grabbed his wrists and pulled him toward us.
“Finn, what are you doing?!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice filled with terror.
“I already told you, I don’t care about Rianne anymore! Why are you still after me? Please, Finn, don’t kill me!”
My desperate cries caught the attention of everyone on board.
Then, right on cue, Allison and I let go—tumbling backward into the water.
Splash!
We disappeared into the dark sea.