Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1114

Chapter 1114: Chapter 1114

Rose stood there, untouched.

She stepped over the scorched earth with slow, deliberate grace. "You thought that would work?" she asked, voice cold.

"Not on you," Jude said. "But Natalie’s free now."

Rose tilted her head, smile fading.

Then, slowly, her lips curved again.

"One doesn’t matter," she whispered. "We’ve already claimed the rest."

And one by one, behind her, the others stepped forward, Layla, Zoey, Grace, Susan, Stella, Lucy, Scarlet.

Each with that same smile.

Jude, Sophie, Emma, and Natalie stood together, backs pressed tight, surrounded.

This was no longer a question of who could be saved.

Now it was about who would survive.

The air between them was tight with tension, too still for a place that usually pulsed with wild island life. Jude’s heart pounded in his chest as he turned in slow circles with Sophie, Emma, and Natalie flanking him on every side. They stood in the center of the clearing, surrounded. Seven wives encircled them, each more beautiful than he remembered, too perfect, too graceful, with their postures unnaturally still, as if choreographed by some silent, unseen force. Rose stood at the center of the ring, her hand stretched casually outward, like a queen addressing her loyal court.

Jude could barely breathe. The fire had failed. The watcherscript hadn’t broken Rose’s hold, at least not completely. But something had shifted. Natalie was proof of that. She had been reclaimed, wrestled back from whatever was inside her. That meant there was still hope, a way to pull them back, one by one.

Rose’s voice cut through the stillness. "You still don’t understand. You never understood. This isn’t about corruption or control. It’s about clarity. We were blind before, living half-lives. Now..." She reached to brush Layla’s cheek, then Zoey’s. "Now we see everything."

Emma’s hand clenched into a fist. "You’re not you."

"We’re more than we ever were," Layla whispered, stepping closer.

Sophie stepped forward slightly, shielding Jude without a word, her gaze flicking between the seven women. "What do you want?"

"You," Rose said, her voice velvet-soft, like she was offering them salvation. "All of you. The island has chosen. This was never about escape or survival. It was always about union. Don’t you feel it? The pull in your blood?"

"I feel a sickness in my stomach," Natalie muttered.

The others smiled.

Then Rose turned her gaze on Jude. "It’s always been you, Jude. You are the key. That’s why the island let you come. Why we were drawn here. We’re not meant to fight anymore. You belong with us. You belong to me."

He stepped back, his arm brushing Sophie’s. "I belong to myself."

Rose blinked, almost amused. "You’re clinging to an illusion. This resistance... it’s already fading."

And then Scarlet took a step forward. Her red hair spilled over her shoulders like fire, and her lips curled upward in something between affection and hunger. "We miss you, Jude," she purred. "All of us. You remember what it was like. The nights. The closeness. We can have that again. But better. Deeper. You’ve never seen what we’re capable of, what you could be with us."

The seduction was thick in the air. Emma stiffened, but Natalie’s breathing hitched beside him. Jude saw the way her fingers twitched, she was still vulnerable. They all were.

He grabbed Sophie’s hand tightly, grounding himself. She squeezed back, hard.

"I saw what’s behind you," Natalie said suddenly, stepping forward. Her voice was louder than before, steadier. "Whatever that thing is, it’s using you."

Rose tilted her head. "We use each other. Isn’t that what relationships are? Give and take?"

Zoey stepped forward next. "You don’t have to be afraid. We’re not here to hurt you. We love you."

Jude’s heart twisted because some part of him still believed that. That underneath the glossy smiles and glowing eyes, Layla still loved him. Zoey. Grace. All of them.

And then Lucy moved.

In one smooth glide, she slipped from the circle and approached Natalie, her arms open, eyes wide with the innocence of their earliest days. "Nat," she said softly, "remember when we stayed by the river, just the two of us? You braided flowers into my hair and said I looked like a goddess?"

Natalie’s lip trembled. "Lucy..."

"I meant it. I still mean it. Nothing has changed."

Natalie’s eyes welled, and she took a step forward, until Emma grabbed her arm. "Don’t," Emma whispered.

Lucy’s expression didn’t falter. "She’s hurting. I can help her. Let me help her."

"You’re not Lucy," Emma spat.

Lucy’s eyes flashed, and for a moment, the warmth dropped. "Then maybe Lucy was never strong enough. But I am."

Jude pulled Natalie back behind him. "Stay close."

Rose sighed, not angry, just tired. "You’re only making it worse."

She stepped back toward the others and slowly raised her hand. The circle began to tighten. The corrupted wives moved in unison, closing the gap inch by inch. Their bare feet didn’t make a sound in the grass. Their hands were open at their sides, but there was nothing peaceful about it. They were preparing to capture them.

Sophie whispered, "We run."

Jude looked toward the tree line. "Now."

They broke apart at once, Emma dragging Natalie, Sophie pulling Jude in the opposite direction. The corrupted wives surged, not chasing, but blocking. Zoey and Grace moved to cut off Sophie’s path while Rose strode directly toward Jude.

The trees were too close. There wasn’t enough space to escape.

But Jude didn’t need to escape. Not yet. He turned on instinct and rushed Rose directly.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and before she could react, he shoved past her shoulder, tearing through the clearing. She turned instantly and followed, the others close behind.

Emma and Natalie vanished into the trees.

Sophie caught Jude’s hand as he ran and pulled them off the main path toward the ravine. It was dangerous, slick and narrow, but it gave them a chance.

Every next moment felt a storm for them to pass through.