Sophia's Forbidden Passion Ignites the Mediterranean Night.

You are not a fool just because you have done something foolish, Sophia told herself as she stood on the sun-kissed deck of the luxury yacht, the warm breeze dancing through her raven hair. Her eyes locked onto the man standing by the railing, his chiseled features a picture of calm, his eyes fixed on the horizon.

She had made a mistake, one that would haunt her for the rest of her life – falling for her best friend's fiancé, the man standing before her. As she approached him, the yacht's engines purred to life, and the vessel glided across the crystal waters of the Mediterranean.

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the sea and the man's rugged features.

Sophia's heart pounded in her chest as she reached out, her hand brushing against his.

He turned to her, his eyes narrowing, but to her surprise, a slow smile spread across his face. "You're not a fool, Sophia," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're a woman who knows what she wants." And with that, he pulled her into his arms, the yacht's gentle rocking motion sending waves of desire crashing over her. They stood there, locked in a fierce kiss, the world around them melting away as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky.