Survival Games of Dubai Millionaires on an Abandoned Island: 10 MILLION for LIFE

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When Yasmine tried to clarify when her documents would be returned, the manager replied that all questions would be answered at the end of the day.

The women were taken to a separate guest house adjacent to the main villa.

The rooms were luxurious with panoramic windows overlooking the ocean.

The manager informed them of the rules.

Prince Nasser, the owner of the island, who was 42 at the time, would arrive tomorrow.

Today was meant to be a day of rest.

They were forbidden to leave the guest house or approach the main villa or the pier without an escort.

In the evening, they were brought dinner.

The women ate in silence.

The tension between them was growing.

They found themselves completely isolated 80 km from the mainland, without documents, without communication, on an island belonging to a man they had never seen.

Yasmin’s attempts to talk to the others were unsuccessful.

They were frightened and clearly did not want to break the established rules.

Towards evening, Yasmin was left alone in her room.

She looked around the room.

In the closet, in addition to a bathrobe, she found a neatly folded set of darkcoled sportsware and a pair of new sneakers that fit her perfectly.

The same clothes, as she later learned, had been prepared for the others.

This was the last detail she remembered before falling asleep, exhausted from the flight, and nervous tension.

At around 3:00 am, Yasmin and the other women were awakened by a loud noise, which Yasmin later identified in her testimony as the sound of gunshots fired in the immediate vicinity of the guest house.

These were not single shots.

According to her testimony, it was a short but intense burst of gunfire, presumably from automatic weapons, fired into the air.

Almost immediately afterwards, the doors to their rooms were forced open.

Several people burst into the rooms.

According to Yasmin, they were the same guards who had greeted them upon arrival, but now their faces were hidden by tactical masks, and they were armed with automatic weapons.

They did not say a word, using only sharp gestures.

The guards pointed to the sportsear and sneakers that Yasmin had previously noticed in the closet.

They were ordered to change immediately.

The state of shock and disorientation prevented the women from resisting or asking questions.

They were led out of the rooms, their hands roughly tied behind their backs with plastic ties.

The women were led along a dimly lit path from the guest house deep into the island into the thick of the jungle.

After about 15 minutes of walking, they came to a clearing lit by several powerful spotlights powered by a generator.

A man was waiting for them in the center of the clearing.

It was 42-year-old Prince Nasser.

He was dressed in expensive camouflage clothing used by professional hunters.

In his hands, he held a modern composite hunting bow and a large knife was secured in a tactical sheath on his hip.

The Pakistani manager who had met them on arrival stood next to him acting as an interpreter.

Although the prince apparently understood English, Prince Nasser looked at the women.

His gaze, as described by Yasmin, was devoid of any emotion.

Then he began to speak.

His tone was calm and business-like, as if he were instructing staff before the start of a routine event.

The manager translated his words.

The prince explained the rules.

He called what was happening a survival game.

He said he would give them exactly 30 minutes head start.

After that, he would begin the hunt.

Their task was to hide and survive on the island.

He reminded them that the island was surrounded by water and that the nearest shore was 80 km away, making any attempt to escape by swimming impossible.

The prince specified that the game would last 12 hours.

However, he also set a key condition.

If at least one of them survived until 6:00 in the morning, i.

e.

until dawn, she would be declared the winner.

The winner, according to him, would immediately receive her freedom and a reward of 100,000 US.

He did not specify what would happen to those he caught before that time.

According to Yasmin, the women were in a state of shock.

The Kenyon woman began to cry quietly, but the manager ordered her to be quiet with a sharp gesture.

Prince Nasser gave a sign and one of the guards cut the ties on the women’s hands.

“Run,” he said.

The women scattered in different directions into the darkness of the jungle away from the lit clearing.

Yasmin, who had been a track and field athlete in Cairo during her school years and had good stamina, ran without looking back.

Her first thought was to reach the shore.

She instinctively believed that she would have a better chance of finding shelter or perhaps a way to leave the island near the water.

At that moment, she did not fully realize the distance to the mainland that the prince had mentioned.

The jungle was dense and unfamiliar.

She pushed through the undergrowth, trying to move as quietly as possible, but her own breathing seemed deafening to her.

After what Yasm mean estimated to be about an hour, although in her state of panic, her perception of time was severely impaired, she heard the first scream.

It was a distinct female scream full of terror coming from the side of the island where, as she recalled, the Kenyon woman had run.

The scream was loud, piercing, and abruptly cut off.

Yasmin froze, pressing herself to the ground and hiding in the thick roots of a large tree.

She tried to suppress her panic.

Fear gave way to a cold, clear understanding.

This was not a game or some form of cruel staging.

This was reality.

Prince Nasser was indeed hunting them, and he was armed.

Yasmin continued moving, but now much more slowly, listening to every rustle.

She decided to move parallel to the coastline, but remain under the dense cover of the trees.

The humid night air made it difficult to breathe.

She navigated by the sound of the surf, which was barely audible through the thick foliage.

She realized that the hunter was probably using night vision goggles, which made her completely vulnerable in the dark.

She tried to choose roots where the foliage was denser, avoiding open glades.

After what seemed like another 2 hours, a second scream rang out.

It was much closer than the first.

Yasmin recognized the Filipino woman’s voice.

The scream was short, followed by a sound like a struggle or a body falling, and then complete silence.

Now there were only two of them left.

Yasmin lay down on the ground, covering her mouth with her hands so as not to make a sound.

She lay there until she was sure there was no immediate danger.

Realizing that passive waiting in the jungle would lead to inevitable discovery, Yasmine began to move cautiously deeper into the island away from the shore where she assumed the hunter might be waiting for her.

She moved almost blindly, stumbling over roots and branches.

During one of these stops, she almost collided with another figure.

It was the Indonesian woman whom Yasmin remembered from their brief conversation in the helicopter named Sari.

Sari was just as frightened, but unlike Yasmine, she was barefoot.

She had lost her sneakers while crossing a small swampy area.

The women communicated in whispers.

Sari was on the verge of hystericss, but Yasmine managed to calm her down, explaining that noise would attract attention.

They realized that their only chance was to join forces.

Moving together was more dangerous in terms of noise, but it gave them a psychological advantage.

They discussed the situation.

Yasmin suggested that the prince would not expect them to go to the villa where the guards were stationed.

But Sari had a different idea.

She pointed out that the villa was the only place on the island with means of communication.

If they managed to sneak into the house unnoticed, they could find a radio room or satellite phone and call for help.

It was a desperate plan.

The villa was the prince’s headquarters, and there were sure to be armed guards there.

However, the alternative was to wait passively in the jungle until a hunter with a bow found them.

They decided to take the risk.

According to their calculations, there were no more than 2 hours left before dawn.

That is before 6 in the morning.

They had no time to hide any longer.

They began to slowly make their way towards the villa, guided by the dim lights of the service buildings visible through the trees.

According to Yazmine’s estimate, it took them over an hour to reach the villa.

They moved slowly using the thick shadows, running from one hiding place to another.

Time was running out.

The clock on the wall in the guest house, which Yasmin remembered, showed that dawn would break at around 6:00 in the morning.

According to their calculations, it must have been around 4:30 in the morning.

All their hope was that the prince, having caught two victims, might stop actively hunting until morning, or that the guards, confident in the island’s isolation, had relaxed their vigilance.

The villa seemed to be plunged into darkness, except for a few dim service lights around the perimeter.

The main living areas with panoramic windows were dark.

The women circled the building looking for a point of entry.

They discovered that the door leading to the kitchen from the courtyard was unlocked.

This could have been either an oversight on the part of the staff or more likely part of a deliberate plan.

They had no choice but to take the risk.

Once inside, they found themselves in a large kitchen equipped with the latest technology.

Everything was made of stainless steel and stone.

They moved cautiously, trying not to make any noise.

From the kitchen, they entered the main hall of the villa.

Moonlight streaming through the glass walls created deceptive lighting.

They passed a bar counter stocked with expensive drinks.

Their goal was the radio room or the manager’s office where communication equipment might be located.

They found a door that appeared to lead to a service corridor.

At the end of the corridor was a room with electronic equipment.

It was a radio room equipped with satellite communications.

The equipment looked complicated, but the main transmitter had a standard red button with the international distress signal SOS.

Yasmin, who had taken basic courses in office technology in Egypt, understood that activating this signal might be their only chance.

Sari stayed by the door watching the corridor while Yasmin approached the console.

She pressed the button.

Nothing happened for a few seconds, but then a green light came on on the panel confirming that the signal had been transmitted.

At that moment, there was a click from the speaker in the corner of the room, followed by the calm voice of Prince Nasser.

He spoke in English.

He congratulated them on making it to the final.

At that moment, a bright light flashed in the hallway and in the wheelhouse itself.

The women were blinded.

Prince Nasser stood in the doorway.

He was calm, holding the same hunting bow, but this time with an arrow knocked.

He was not alone.

The Pakistani manager stood behind him, blocking the exit.

The prince slowly raised his bow.

He was not aiming at Yasmin, who was standing at the console, but at Sari, who was frozen in the doorway.

Sari screamed, but did not have time to move.

The prince released the bow string.

There was almost no sound of the shot, just a dry click and a whistle.

The arrow with a hunting tip entered Sari’s thigh deeply a few centimeters from the femoral artery.

Sari collapsed to the floor, her scream turning into a moan.

Dark blood immediately began to soak through her sweatpants and spread across the light-coled floor of the hallway.

Yasmin, seeing this, reacted instinctively.

She was no longer a victim paralyzed by fear.

She acted out of desperation.

Without thinking, she turned to the bar counter, which was a few steps away from the radio room in the main hall.

The prince, obviously enjoying the moment, was slowly turning toward her, perhaps to reload his bow, or simply to speak.

Yasmin grabbed a heavy, full bottle of whiskey from the bar counter.

With all the strength she could muster, she hurled it at the prince.

She aimed for his head.

The bottle struck Nasser in the temple.

There was a dull thud and the sound of breaking glass.

The prince made no sound.

He simply collapsed to the floor like a mannequin and lay motionless, briefly losing consciousness.

The manager standing behind him was momentarily taken aback, not expecting such aggression.

That moment was enough for Yasmin.

She rushed to Sari.

The Indonesian woman was conscious but in pain shock.

“Run,” Sari whispered.

But Yasmin refused to leave her.

She grabbed Sari under the armpits and dragged her across the floor, leaving a wide trail of blood behind her.

The manager came to his senses and shouted, apparently calling for security, who Yasmin assumed were sleeping in another wing of the villa.

Yasmin dragged Sari across the main hall to the glass doors leading to the pier.

She didn’t weigh much, but for the exhausted Yasmine, it was an almost impossible task.

She pulled her onto the wooden deck of the pier.

Several boats were morowed at the dock, including the one that was apparently supposed to be used for the morning’s fishing or sea trip, a small but powerful motorboat.

Yasmine dragged Sari to the side and with superhuman effort lifted her inside.

She jumped in after her.

In desperation, she looked at the control panel to her utter amazement and perhaps as another detail of the prince’s diabolical plan or simple negligence on the part of the staff.

The key was in the ignition.

Yasmin had never driven a boat in her life.

She turned the key.

The engine roared to life, breaking the silence of the night.

Shouts came from the villa.

Security guards ran out to the pier.

Yasmin desperately pulled the lever she assumed was responsible for movement.

The boat lurched forward, hitting the dock, but broke free into open water.

Yasmin steered the bow away from the island into the darkness of the open sea.

Almost immediately, she heard the roar of a second, more powerful engine.

The guards were starting up a pursuit boat.

The race for survival continued on the water.

Yasmin had no idea how to navigate.

She simply steered the boat straight ahead while Sari moaned and bled on the floor of the boat.

Yasmin tried to steer with one hand and hold Sari’s wound with the other, but it was useless.

There was blood everywhere.

The chase continued in the pre-dawn darkness.

The security boat was faster, but Yasmin maneuvered desperately, albeit clumsily.

Dawn was breaking.

The sky in the east turned gray, and in that first light, Yasman saw a silhouette.

It was not the security boat, which had fallen behind for a while, but a large vessel.

It was a Qatari fishing twler heading for the port of Doha.

The captain of the vessel, as he later reported to the Coast Guard, noticed a small boat moving erratically with two women on board.

When the twler got closer, the crew saw a scene they couldn’t explain.

One woman, covered in blood, was lying unconscious, while the other, severely dehydrated, was trying to get their attention before she lost consciousness herself.

The fisherman pulled both women on board.

The twler’s crew immediately administered first aid using their onboard medical kit, but Sari’s injuries were too severe.

The captain contacted the Qatar Coast Guard by radio, reporting an emergency situation, the discovery of two injured women on the open sea.

He was ordered to proceed to the port of Doha at maximum speed and was informed that an ambulance crew and the police would be waiting for them at the port.

Upon arrival in Doha, the pier was already cordoned off by security personnel.

The medical team immediately transferred both women to ambulances.

Sari, who was unconscious, was rushed to the operating room at Hammed Main Hospital.

Yasmin, who was in a state of deep psychological shock and physical exhaustion, was also hospitalized.

An hour after arriving at the hospital, Sari died on the operating table.

According to the doctor’s conclusion, death was caused by irreversible blood loss and hemorrhagic shock due to a ruptured femoral artery.

Initially, the police who arrived at the hospital treated the incident as a possible pirate attack or a failed attempt at illegal migration.

However, as soon as Yasmin was able to speak, her testimony radically changed the course of the investigation.

She gave a detailed, albeit rambling due to shock account of the events of the previous 12 hours, the job offer, the helicopter flight, the arrival on the private island, the confiscation of her documents, the sportsware in the wardrobes, and finally the night hunt organized by Prince Nasser.

She described the deaths of the Kenyon and Filipino women, the trap at the villa, and Sar’s injury.

At first, the police were skeptical of her story, perhaps mistaking it for the ravings of a traumatized person.

However, the physical evidence was undeniable.

Sar’s wound had been inflicted not by a firearm or a conventional cold weapon, but by a specific hunting spearhead, which had been removed during surgery.

In addition, Yasmin gave the exact name, Prince Nasser, a member of one of the influential branches of the ruling family.

This name immediately elevated the level of the investigation.

The case was transferred from the port police to the state security service.

Based on Yasmin’s testimony and physical evidence, Sari’s dead body, a decision was made to conduct an immediate operation on the island, which was quickly identified by air traffic control as the private property of Prince Nasser.

A special operations unit of the Coast Guard was sent to the island.

What they found fully corroborated Yasmin’s words.

Prince Nasser, his manager, and several security guards were on the island.

The prince had visible signs of trauma to his head, presumably from being struck with a bottle.

While searching the island in the area Yasmin had indicated as the place where she heard the screams, the task force discovered two fresh graves.

The graves were shallow, dug in haste.

They contained the bodies of two other women, a Filipino and a Kenyon.

A forensic examination conducted later determined that both women had died from multiple stab wounds, presumably inflicted with a large hunting knife.

Traces of blood matching Sar’s blood type were found in the villa, as well as broken glass from an expensive whiskey bottle.

Prince Nasser and all the staff on the island were arrested and taken to Doha for questioning.

The incident involving a member of the royal family, three murdered foreign nationals, and one surviving witness had the potential to escalate into a major international scandal.

However, further events unfolded according to a different scenario.

Prince Nasser was taken into custody.

A team of high-profile lawyers immediately got involved in the case.

Their defense strategy was announced almost immediately.

According to their version, what happened on the island was not murder.

They claimed that the women had been hired to participate in an extreme role-playing game with elements of survival.

The lawyers provided contracts allegedly signed by all four women, including Yasmin and Sari.

These documents written in English described the risks in detail, including the possibility of injury and specified a reward of $100,000 for successfully completing the game.

The lawyers insisted that all the women participated voluntarily, lured by the large sum of money.

The death, they said, was a tragic accident, the result of a failure to follow safety rules during the game.

The investigation also faced difficulties in gathering direct evidence against the prince.

The murder weapon, the knife used to kill the Kenyan and Filipino women, was never found.

The bow that wounded Sari, according to the defense, was loaded with a special humane arrow with a blunt tip for role-playing games, and the fatal wound was the result of an accident and Sar’s fall.

Yazmine’s testimony was the only direct accusation, but she was an interested party, and the defense insisted that she had violated the terms of her contract and was now trying to avoid responsibility for the tragedy.

3 days after his arrest, Prince Nasser was released from custody due to a lack of direct evidence linking him to the actual commission of the murders.

The manager took responsibility for insufficient security arrangements for the event.

As for Yasmin, her position quickly changed from that of a witness to that of a problem.

She was in the hospital under guard, effectively in isolation.

Neither representatives of the Egyptian embassy nor journalists were allowed to visit her.

A few days after the prince’s release, she was visited by people who did not introduce themselves, but were acting on behalf of the authorities.

She was made an offer she could not refuse.

She would be paid compensation in the amount of $500,000.

In return, she had to leave Qatar immediately and returned to Egypt.

She was also made to understand in no uncertain terms that the safety of her family in Cairo, her mother and three sisters, depended directly on her complete silence.

Any attempt to contact the media or human rights organizations would have fatal consequences for her loved ones.

Deprived of her passport, phone, and any support, Yasmin was forced to agree.

She was deported from Qatar on the same day, put on a private flight to Cairo.

The money was transferred to an anonymous account.

The story of the hunt on the island never received widespread publicity.

The Qatari authorities classified the incident as an accident that occurred on private property.

The families of the deceased Filipino and Kenyan women were also paid substantial compensation through their recruitment agencies which ensured their silence.

The case was officially closed.

Before his death from cancer, a 68-year-old Saudi billionaire forced his four wives to spend 30 days on a deserted island in survival conditions where the winner would receive his entire inheritance of $3.

2 billion.

while the other three women died of starvation, murder, and accidents under the watchful eye of hidden cameras.

Saler Iban Muhammad Al- Katani built his fortune in the prochemical industry over 40 years of work.

He started with a small oil refinery in the eastern province of Saudi Arabia in the late 1970s.

By 2025, his corporation owned three large factories, shares in two oil fields, and a logistics network throughout the Persian Gulf.

His personal fortune was estimated at 3.

2 billion.

Saler had four wives in accordance with Islamic law.

Fatima was his first wife whom he married at the age of 23.

She was 17 at the time.

The marriage was arranged by their families as is customary in conservative Saudi circles.

Fatima bore him five children, four sons and one daughter.

The eldest son is now 32 and the youngest daughter is 24.

His second wife, Leila, joined the family when Salah was 38.

She was 12 years younger than Fatima.

She gave birth to three children, two sons and a daughter.

Salah married her after his business began to grow rapidly and he had enough money to support several households.

Fatima perceived the arrival of a second wife as a betrayal, but she had no right to object.

According to the law, a husband could take up to four wives if he provided for them all equally.

The third wife, Amamira, was 6 years younger than the second.

Sal married her at the age of 51.

By that time he was very wealthy, owned villas in different cities and often traveled abroad on business.

Amamira gave birth to two children, both now under the age of 10.

She was educated, graduated from university, and worked as a teacher before her marriage.

Salai forbaded her to work after the wedding.

His fourth wife, Zob, was Moroccan.

Salish met her during a business trip to Casablanca 5 years ago.

She was 24 years old and worked at the hotel where he was staying.

Sali was captivated by her youth and beauty.

He proposed marriage a month after they met.

He brought her to Saudi Arabia.

Zanab did not bear children which caused Saler’s dissatisfaction and contempt from his other wives.

All four women lived separately.

Each had her own villa with servants and security.

Salah visited them in turn, spending several days in each house.

Formally he provided for all of them equally.

Money for household expenses, clothing and personal expenses.

But informally there was a strict hierarchy among the wives.

Fatima considered herself the leader as the first wife and mother of most of the children.

Leila was dissatisfied with her second position.

Amamira felt like a third rate.

Zanab was considered an outsider by everyone else.

Salah was a cruel man.

He beat his wives for the slightest misdemeanors.

He could hit Fatima for undersulting the soup.

He pushed Ila so hard that she broke her arm when she tried to argue with him.

He beat Amamira with a leather belt for talking to the gardener without permission.

He humiliated Zob in public in front of guests, calling her barren and useless.

The women endured.

Leaving him meant losing everything, their children, their money, their status.

Divorce was shameful in their society and Salah would never grant a divorce willingly.

They all waited for him to die.

No one said it out loud.

But every one of them thought it.

Sal knew it.

He saw the hatred in their eyes when he thought they weren’t looking.

He heard Fatima praying for his death when she thought he was asleep.

He found Ila’s correspondence with her friend where she wrote that she couldn’t stand another year with this monster.

He understood that Amamira looked at him with disgust.

He noticed the relief in Zanob’s eyes when he left.

In early 2024, Salah felt weakness and pain in his right side.

He went to the doctors.

The diagnosis was stage 4 liver cancer, metastasis in the lymph nodes and bones.

The prognosis was 6 months to live, a year at most.

The doctors suggested chemotherapy, but the chances of remission were close to zero.

Sal refused treatment.

He decided to face death like a man without trying to cling to life.

He didn’t tell anyone about the diagnosis.

He continued to live his normal life.

He visited his wife’s homes, spent time with his children, and ran his business.

The pain grew worse with each passing month, but he endured it, secretly taking painkillers.

By the summer of 2025, he could no longer hide his illness.

He had lost 20 kg, his skin had turned yellow, and he was constantly weak.

His wives noticed the changes, but didn’t ask any questions.

Secretly, each of them hoped that he was seriously ill.

The children also saw that their father was changing, but Sal dismissed their questions.

He said that he was just tired from work and needed a rest.

In July, he called his lawyer.

He said he wanted to revise his will.

The lawyer came to the villa with the documents.

Salai explained that he wanted to create an unusual will.

He didn’t want to simply divide his property equally between his wives and children as prescribed by Sharia law.

He wanted something different.

The lawyer listened attentively and took notes.

But when Saler finished, he said that such a will could be challenged in court.

Salai replied that he would make sure that everything was legally flawless.

He asked for a document to be drawn up taking into account all the necessary formalities.

The will was ready in 2 weeks.

Sal signed it in the presence of three witnesses as required by law.

He recorded a video message explaining his wishes.

He gave the lawyer a sealed envelope with instructions to be followed after his death.

The lawyer was not allowed to open the envelope until that moment.

In early September, Saler’s condition deteriorated sharply.

He could no longer walk and spent his days in bed.

He called all his children and said goodbye to each of them.

He gave his eldest sons his final instructions on how to run the business.

He told his daughters to be obedient wives.

He did not meet with his wives.

He refused to see them.

On September 15th, 2025, Salah Iban Muhammad Al-Kahhatani died in his bed at the age of 68.

His body was washed and buried the same day according to Islamic customs.

Hundreds of people attended the funeral, relatives, business partners, friends.

The four wives stood apart, dressed in black abayas, their faces covered.

None of them cried.

2 days after the funeral, the lawyer invited the four wives to his office in Riad to read the will.

The women arrived with hope.

Each expected to receive her share of the inheritance and finally be free.

In the office conference room, they were seated in a row.

The lawyer turned on the projector.

Salah’s face appeared on the screen.

The video had been recorded a week before his death.

Salai looked exhausted, but he spoke clearly.

He began by saying that he knew his wives hated him.

He said he had always understood this.

He had seen how they were waiting for him to die.

Now they had got what they wanted.

He was dead, but they would not get the money as they had expected.

Saler explained that his entire fortune would be transferred to only one of his four wives.

The one who proves that she deserves it more than the others.

the rest will get nothing.

He will now explain how the winner will be determined.

A map of a small island appeared on the screen.

Salai explained that this was his private island in the Red Sea which he had bought 10 years ago.

It covered an area of 8 square kilm.

The island was uninhabited, covered with rocks and sparse vegetation.

There was a source of fresh water.

There were no buildings and no connection to the mainland.

The four wives would be taken to this island.

Each will be dropped off at different points.

Each will receive a minimum survival kit.

They will spend 30 days there.

The goal is simple.

Survive.

After 30 days, a helicopter will come for them.

The one who is alive and able to board the helicopter will receive the entire inheritance.

3 bill200 million.

All the villas, yachts, corporation shares, everything.

If anyone refuses to participate, all the property will go to a charitable foundation that Sal created specifically for this purpose.

None of the wives and children will receive a scent.

The lawyer read out the relevant clause of the will certified by a notary and a religious judge.

Sali smiled on the screen.

He said it was his last gift to his wives, a chance to prove their strength.

All their lives they had been weak, enduring his will.

Now let them show what they were capable of.

Let them fight for what they considered theirs.

The video ended.

The conference room was silent.

Fatima was the first to speak.

She said it was madness, that the will was illegal, that her sons would challenge it in court.

The lawyer calmly replied that the will had been drawn up in accordance with all the rules of Sharia and civil law.

Saler had the right to dispose of his property as he saw fit.

Participation in the test was voluntary, but refusal meant losing the inheritance.

Leila asked what exactly they were supposed to do on the island.

Just sit and wait for 30 days.

The lawyer replied that the rules were simple.

survive by any means necessary.

There were no restrictions except those imposed by nature.

There was enough food for 3 days.

After that, everyone had to fend for themselves.

Amira asked what would happen if someone was injured or fell ill.

The lawyer said that medical evacuation was only possible in the event of an immediate threat to life.

In such a case, the evacuated person would automatically be removed from the trial.

Surveillance cameras will be installed on the island to broadcast what is happening in real time.

A team of doctors on the mainland will monitor the women’s condition.

If a critical situation arises, they will decide on evacuation.

Zenob asked who would be watching the recordings.

The lawyer replied that Salai had left a list of 50 people.

These were his close friends, business partners, people he trusted.

They would have access to the closed broadcast as a final gift from Saler, a kind of private show for the select few.

The women exchanged glances.

Each of them understood that there was no choice.

Refusing meant being left with nothing.

Without Salah’s money, they were nobodies.

Fatima was too old to start life over.

Leila was accustomed to luxury and could not imagine life without it.

Amamira thought about her children who needed an education and a future.

Zanab was young, but she had no profession and no connections in a foreign country.

The lawyer took out four copies of a document, consent to participate in the experiment.

The document stated that each woman voluntarily accepted the terms of the will, understood the risks, and waved any claims to the estate in case of failure.

The document had to be signed in the presence of witnesses.

Fatima was the first to pick up the pen.

She signed quickly without reading the text.

Ila and Amamira followed her.

Zob hesitated the longest.

She looked at the text, then at the lawyer, then at the other women.

Finally, she signed too.

The lawyer said that the flight to the island would take place in 3 days.

The women needed to prepare take a minimum of personal belongings, warm clothes for the nights, comfortable shoes, no phones, no means of communication.

Everything they needed for the first few days would be provided on site.

On September 18th, at 6:00 in the morning, black SUVs pulled up to each villa.

The drivers silently loaded the women’s small bags into the trunks.

Fatima left the house wearing a long black abaya and hijab.

Her two older sons accompanied her.

They asked their mother not to go, saying they would contest the will and find another way.

Fatima shook her head.

She said this was her last chance to get what she deserved after 30 years of humiliation.

Ila was accompanied only by her eldest daughter.

They hugged silently by the car.

Her daughter cried, but Ila remained calm.

She said she would be back in a month and everything would be fine, that they would finally be free and rich.

Amamira said goodbye to her two young sons.

The children did not understand where their mother was going and why she was leaving for so long.

She told them she was going on a trip and would be back soon with gifts.

Zab left alone.

No one came to see her off.

She considered her sisters-in-law to be enemies.

She had no children and no relatives in the country either.

Cars took the women to a private airport on the outskirts of Riad.

A helicopter was waiting for them there.

The pilot checked their documents and helped them board.

There were four seats inside.

The women sat down silently, not looking at each other.

The helicopter took off and headed west toward the Red Sea coast.

The flight lasted 2 hours.

Below the desert floated by, then mountains, then blue water.

The island appeared on the horizon around 8 in the morning.

A small piece of land covered with gray rocks and sparse shrubs.

No beaches, only rocky shores.

The helicopter began to descend.

Fatima was the first to be dropped off at the northern tip of the island.

The pilot pointed to a flat area between the rocks.

The helicopter hovered a meter above the ground.

The co-pilot handed Fatima her backpack and helped her down.

As soon as she touched the ground, the helicopter took off and flew away.

Fatima was left alone.

She looked around.

There were only rocks, thorny bushes, and the endless sea.

She opened her backpack.

Inside were three liter bottles of water, six cans of food, a pack of crackers, a box of matches, a folding knife, a 10 m length of rope, and a simple 3×3 m canvas tarp.

That was all.

It should be enough for the first few days.

After that, she would have to find food and water on her own.

Next, they dropped Ila off on the West Coast.

Her backpack had the same contents.

The helicopter flew away, leaving her on a narrow strip of land between the sea and a sheer cliff.

Ila looked at the cliff.

It was 20 m high.

Birds were crying from above.

She picked up her backpack and began to look for a way up.

A mir was dropped off on the east side.

The place was more gentle with sparse vegetation.

She saw a small grove of low trees in the distance.

She decided to go there to find some shade.

Zob was dropped off last at the southern tip.

It was the rockiest and most deserted place.

She sat down on the ground and cried as soon as the helicopter disappeared from view.

During the first day, the women settled in.

Fatima found a natural cave in the cliff.

It was small but protected from the wind and sun.

She stretched a tarp over the entrance, creating additional shade.

She drank half a bottle of water and ate a can of food.

She began to make plans.

She needed to find the water source that Salai had mentioned.

Without water, they would not survive 30 days.

Leila climbed to the top of the cliff.

From there, she could see the whole island.

She saw the central part where trees grew.

That meant there was water there.

She decided to go there in the morning.

For now, she set up camp at the top, stretching the awning between the rocks.

She ate some crackers and drank some water.

She lay down to sleep on the bare rocks, wrapped in the awning.

Amir reached the grove.

It was cooler there.

The ground was damp.

She poked it with a stick and found moisture half a meter deep.

That meant water was close.

She began digging with her hands, deepening the hole.

An hour later, she came across wet sand.

The water wasn’t gushing, but it was seeping slowly.

That was enough.

She stretched the tarp over the hole so the water wouldn’t evaporate.

She ate a can of food and lay down to rest.

Zanab spent the entire first day in a panic.

She had never been alone in such conditions.

She grew up in the city, surrounded by people her whole life.

She lived in a luxurious villa with servants for 5 years in Saudi Arabia.

She didn’t know how to cook or how to get food.

She cried until evening.

Then she drank the whole bottle of water at once and ate two cans of food.

She fell asleep on the ground without even putting up the tarp.

On the second day, they began to move.

Fatima went in search of water.

She walked along the shore to the south, carefully examining the area.

After 3 hours, she found the bed of a dry stream.

She walked up the slope.

The stream led to a small depression in the rock where rain water had collected.

There wasn’t much water, but it was clean.

Fatima filled two empty bottles and returned to the cave.

Ila climbed down from the rock and headed towards the center of the island.

On the way, she found edible plants that she had seen in her childhood village.

She picked a few and chewed them.

They were bitter but not poisonous.

She reached the grove where Amamira was.

She saw footprints, freshly dug earth, and a stretched tent.

She realized that one of the other women had already found water.

She did not approach closely.

She went on looking for her own source.

Amir heard footsteps and froze.

She peakedked out from behind a tree and saw Ila 200 m away.

Ila also noticed her.

The women looked at each other for a few seconds.

Then Ila turned and walked on.

Both understood that direct conflict was not necessary yet, each on her own.

The meeting would take place later.

Zanab woke up on the third day with a headache from dehydration.

The water had run out yesterday.

There was only enough food left for one day.

She forced herself to get up and start moving.

She walked along the shore to the north, not knowing where she was going.

Two hours later, she came to the place where Fatima had been dropped off.

She saw a cave and a tent, but Fatima herself was not there.

Zanob came closer.

In the cave lay a backpack with leftover food and a bottle of water.

She grabbed the bottle and drank half of it in one gulp.

She took a can of food and hid it in her pocket.

She heard footsteps and turned around.

Fatima was standing 10 m away, holding a fist-sized rock in her hand.

Her face was calm, but her eyes were hard.

She asked what Zob was doing in her camp.

Zob backed away and mumbled that she was just looking for water.

She didn’t want to take anything.

Fatima stepped forward.

She said that Zinab had always been a thief.

She stole the place of the fourth wife, even though she was unworthy of it.

She stole Salai’s money for her own whims.

Now she was stealing her food.

Zinab tried to explain, but Fatima threw a stone.

It hit her shoulder.

Zab cried out in pain, turned around, and ran away.

Fatima did not pursue her.

She returned to the cave and checked the supplies.

One can of food was missing.

Half of the water had been drunk.

Bad.

She had to be more careful.

The other women were already looking for resources and would start attacking.

It was time to prepare for defense.

By the end of the first week, everyone’s food supplies were gone.

The real stage of survival had begun.

Fatima used her childhood experience in a Bedawin family.

She remembered how her grandfather taught her to find edible roots in the desert.

She dug the ground near dry plants, found thick roots, and boiled them in a tin can over a fire.

She caught lizards basking on rocks.

She killed them with a stone and roasted them over the fire.

The taste was disgusting, but it was food.

Ila found a colony of crabs in the coastal rocks.

She hunted them at night when they crawled out.

She caught them with her hands, broke their shells with stones, and ate the raw meat.

It made her nauseous, but her body accepted the food.

She found shellfish stuck to underwater rocks.

She collected seaweed and dried it in the sun.

She made a kind of soup by boiling everything in a can.

Amamira made a spear out of a long branch and a sharpened stone tied with a rope.

She stood for hours in shallow water tracking fish.

She caught her first one only on the fourth day of trying.

It was a small fish, about 50 g.

She ate it whole, bones and guts included.

Gradually, she learned to aim more accurately.

Sometimes she brought back two or three fish a day.

That was better than the others.

Zenob didn’t know how to do anything.

She tried to eat any plants she could find and got poisoned on the third day after her supplies ran out.

She vomited for a day.

She lost a lot of fluid.

She became weak.

She found a bird’s nest on the ground, broke the eggs, and drank the contents.

It was enough for a day.

Then she was hungry again.

She began to lose weight quickly.

Her body was burning from the inside.

On the eighth day, Zinab decided that she would not survive alone.

She needed an alliance.

She went to look for Amira because she seemed to be the youngest and most agreeable.

She found her by the water with a spear.

She approached her with her hands up, showing that she was unarmed.

Amamira was wary, but she didn’t run away.

Zab suggested they join forces.

She said that together they would be stronger.

They could share resources and help each other.

And when 30 days had passed, they would divide the inheritance in half, 600 million each.

It was fair.

Both would survive.

Both would be rich.

Amamira listened silently.

Then she asked how Zinab imagined the division.

The will was clear.

The winner gets everything.

The inheritance cannot be divided if both are still alive.

Zob insisted that they would find a way.

They would write an agreement after they returned.

They would force the lawyers to comply.

They would have power and money.

Amamira thought about it.

The proposal was reasonable.

It was hard to survive alone.

It was easier together.

There was more food and better protection.

they would see what happened.

She agreed.

They joined forces.

Amamira showed Zanob where to find water and taught her how to fish with a spear.

Zob gathered plants and seaweed.

They shared everything equally.

They didn’t talk much and didn’t trust each other, but the partnership worked.

After 3 days, Zinab regained her strength.

She no longer looked like she was dying.

Amira also felt better with company.

Fatima and Leila acted alone.

Fatima reinforced her cave by stacking stones in front of the entrance.

She created a makeshift wall.

She hunted lizards and fed on roots.

She lost weight slowly, but her experience helped.

Leila moved the camp to a hilltop from where she could see the whole island.

She watched the movements of the others.

She saw Zanab and Amamira walking together.

She realized that they had formed an alliance.

This changed the situation.

Two against one was worse than each on her own.

On the 16th day, the first serious incident occurred.

Zanob and Amamira decided to find a seabird nest.

They saw birds flying over the cliffs in the northwest.

That meant there were nests with eggs there.

They set off early in the morning.

They found a colony on a sheer cliff above the sea.

The nests were on ledges 20 m above the water.

Amir said she could climb up.

The rock was uneven with many protrusions.

Zob stayed below to blay her.

Amir began her ascent.

She climbed slowly, checking each foothold.

After 10 minutes, she reached the first nest.

There were three eggs inside.

She put them in a makeshift bag made from a t-shirt tied to her belt.

She climbed to the next nest higher up.

Zanab watched from below.

Birds circled overhead, crying anxiously.

Amira reached the second nest and took two more eggs.

She began to descend.

At a height of 15 m, her foot slipped off the wet rock.

Amira lost her balance, tried to grab hold, but didn’t make it in time.

She fell backwards.

The impact with the rocks was dull.

Amira lay motionless.

Zab ran up and knelt down beside her.

Amir was breathing but couldn’t move.

Her eyes were open, staring at the sky.

She whispered that she couldn’t feel her legs.

Her back hurt so much that she wanted to scream.

She asked Zob to call for evacuation.

There are cameras on the island.

The medics can see her.

Let them send a helicopter.

Zanab looked at her silently for 30 seconds.

Amamira asked for help again.

Zanab slowly got up.

She looked at the eggs in Amamira’s bag.

She bent down, untied her t-shirt, and took out five eggs.

She put them in her pocket.

Then she took Amira’s knife out of its sheath on her belt.

She took the bottle of water that was lying nearby.

Amamira understood.

She screamed, begged her not to leave.

Zob turned, and walked away.

Amamira’s screams could be heard for a long time, then faded away.

Zinab walked quickly without looking back.

All she could think about was that now she had food for several days and one less competitor.

Amir lay on the rocks for 4 hours.

The pain was unbearable.

She tried to scream, to call for help, but her voice quickly weakened.

By evening, she began to experience internal shock from her injuries.

Her body temperature dropped.

Her breathing became shallow.

Cameras on the island recorded her condition.

Doctors on the mainland saw the critical indicators, but they did not send a helicopter.

The rules were clear.

Evacuation only in the event of a direct threat to life.

Amira was still breathing, so the threat was not immediate.

By nightfall, the internal bleeding had intensified.

Amir lost consciousness.

Her breathing stopped around midnight on the 16th day.

Her body remained lying on the rocks.

Birds began to circle lower but did not dare to descend.

The next morning, doctors reported her death, but they did not take the body.

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