Paradise Island: The Yandere's Husband Search

"My boyfriend's been missing for over three days," Alberta Hamilton told the cops. 

"The missing person is Lawrence Marshall," the officer at the desk said, drumming his fingers on the table. "Are you sure he's your boyfriend? We found out you live right across from Lawrence, you installed surveillance to monitor him, and your place is full of..."

The officer hesitated.

The woman in front of him was young and beautiful, with bright, expressive eyes. Her gentle, soft voice could easily win people over. She didn't look like a stalker at all.

But the feedback from his colleagues was undeniable. The officer's gaze sharpened as he continued, "Your place is full of photos of the missing person, his clothes, even items he used, all labeled and stored. You've been watching him, secretly photographing him, for at least four years."

Alberta wasn't thrilled with the officer's suspicion but stayed calm. "So, when are you going to find him?"

The officer's tone grew colder. "We now suspect you're the one responsible for Lawrence's disappearance. Alberta, if you confess now, you might get a lighter sentence."

"How could I ever hurt Lawrence?" Alberta looked at him with disappointment and a hint of mockery, then whispered, "I'd rather lock him up so he could only look at me day and night."

"So that's your motive?" the officer probed.

Alberta stated, "Enough. Instead of wasting time with me, you should be out looking for him."

Alberta stood up to leave but was stopped by the officer. "We suspect you of assault and illegal detention. You need to stay here for at least 12 hours. If we find substantial evidence within 24 hours and get a warrant, we have the right to arrest you."

After finishing, the officer had a female colleague take Alberta to a small office for temporary holding. Two hours later, he rushed back to find the female officer asleep at the desk and Alberta gone.

Alberta had escaped through a window and returned to her apartment complex, where she saw two police cars parked at the entrance. She clicked her tongue in annoyance.

She hid in a nearby mall restroom, pulled out a wig, hat, and glasses from her bag, and quickly disguised herself. Then she went to a café across the street from her apartment complex to wait.

From her seat by the window, she could see the police activity. She waited for them to leave for over an hour.

Alberta then went to the restroom, but when she came back, she found an invitation on her table.

A sticky note on the invitation read: [Lawrence is on the island.]

Alberta grabbed the invitation and quickly opened it, asking nearby patrons, "Did anyone see who left this on my table?"

Everyone shook their heads, except for a young high school girl who raised her hand. "It was a man with a beard, wearing a navy blue baseball cap."

"Thank you!" Alberta rushed out of the café, searching everywhere.

But in the crowd, there was no man with a baseball cap.

She returned to the café, and a staff member approached her. "Miss, did you lose something? Do you need me to call the police?"

Alberta instinctively avoided the police option and asked to see the surveillance footage.

But the staff insisted on calling the police first. Alberta suddenly asked, "How did you know I lost something?"

It was a busy Saturday, and the staff were all occupied. Who would notice the activity in her corner?

The staff said, "A high school girl sitting over there mentioned it."

Hearing that, Alberta turned to look for the girl, but she was already gone.

"Damn it!" Alberta realized the invitation was likely left by that girl.

She shook off the staff and reopened the invitation.

The card was a glossy white, with light blue silk trim, looking elegant and pristine.

Both sides had a faint gold watermark of an island.

[Dear Miss Hamilton, you are cordially invited to Azure Harbor in seven days. The ship to Paradise Island will depart at 10 AM on April 1st. Paradise Island will host a grand survival escape event with generous rewards. Everything you want can be found on the island. We look forward to your presence.]

Alberta knew exactly what Paradise Island was.

She was born and raised there. The people there were treated like livestock. There was an entire "breeding farm," and she didn't know which woman was her mother, but all the children shared one father—a madman obsessed with human experimentation.

On the island, she met Lawrence, a handsome, calm, wealthy, and rational warrior who could take on ten men at once. Despite stalking him for four years, she never discovered his true identity. Five years ago, Lawrence helped her and many others escape Paradise Island, and she vowed to forget everything and never return.

But now, with Lawrence possibly on the island, Alberta quickly decided to return.

Seven days later at Azure Harbor, a gentle sea breeze blew as waves lapped softly, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds. A massive white cruise ship, like a resting seabird, floated on the water, while a surprisingly large number of people boarded.

Alberta disguised herself as a scruffy man, cautiously observing the passersby from a corner.

Almost everyone held an invitation.

Some looked like ordinary travelers, some had a dozen bodyguards, clearly important figures. There were people of different ages, including elderly people and children barely reaching Alberta's knees.

Some were alone, some in teams, even famous actors, writers, scientists...

There were obvious cameras at the boarding gate. Alberta pulled her hat down low and quickly boarded the ship.

At 9:55 a.m., the boarding gate closed.

At 10:00 a.m., the ship set sail, and an announcement echoed through the ship, "Welcome to Paradise Island. The survival game begins now! The ship you are on was once a ghost ship, haunted by the spirits of those who starved to death. They are ravenous, craving fresh meat and blood. By noon, please provide five humans as food and deliver them to the kitchen on the first floor."

The metallic voice abruptly stopped.

"Is it starting already?"

"Are we live? Hello, viewers!"

"A ghost ship, huh? Interesting. Are we supposed to hunt ghosts next?"

Alberta turned her back on the excited crowd and quietly moved deeper into the ship.