Private villa

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storyThe opulent villa shimmered under the Mediterranean sun, a testament to Goda\'s extravagant lifestyle. Mr. Hadra, a man with a kind face etched with a hint of naivety, had gushed his appreciation for the invitation. "Thank you for inviting us to your villa – we truly appreciate your hospitality!"\nGoda, a man whose charm was as potent as his wealth, simply smiled. "You\'re welcome, Mr. Hadra... and your wife, an absolute joy – in every sense of the word."\nA shadow of suspicion flickered across Hadra\'s face. "Thanks, Goda. I’m curious – how exactly do you know my wife? You two seem... familiar."\nGoda’s eyes twinkled with mischief. "I met Funiko at one of my ship\'s parties... a long time ago. We\'ve been close ever since – in more ways than one." He delivered the line with a playful smirk, daring Hadra to pick up on the underlying meaning.\nFuniko, a woman radiating an effortless sensuality, chimed in, her voice a husky purr. "Yeah, honey. I met him at his yacht party. Let\'s just say... we got very close." Her eyes met Goda\'s, a silent conversation passing between them.\n"Honey," Funiko purred, turning to Hadra with a practiced sweetness, "would you like to stop chatting and go for a yacht ride?"\nHadra, seemingly mollified by her attention, beamed. "Awesome! I\'d like to try driving that, can you allow me?"\nGoda, with a theatrical wave of his hand, replied, "Of course, feel free." He watched as Hadra, oblivious, practically skipped towards the yacht, a flicker of cruel amusement in his eyes.\nAs the yacht roared to life, taking Hadra further out to sea, a sudden silence descended upon the villa. Goda turned to ?"