Chapter 393 Chapter 393: The paper ball hit Skye’s chest and fell to the floor. Skye didn’t move to pick it up immediately. She waited until Mrs. Chandler took a step back. “Let’s go,” Mrs. Chandler snapped at her men. She stormed past Liam, her shoulder checking him hard enough
Chapter 392 Chapter 392: She looked past Mrs. Chandler’s shoulder, watching the brushed steel doors begin to slide open. The elevator doors slid open with a smooth, mechanical hiss. Liam Kensington rushed out. He didn’t run with the athletic grace he once possessed. He stumbled, his weight heavy on his
Chapter 391 Chapter 391: “Get me out of here,” she whispered. “The jet is fueled,” Julian confirmed, handing her a bottle of water. “But Liam is demanding to leave too. He’s trying to charter a flight to follow you p> “Let him try,” Skye said, her voice cold. “He’s always
Chapter 390 Chapter 390: Skye looked at the photo and laughed. It was a dry, raspy sound. “He’s not my lover,” she said, her voice rough. “He’s my creditor. He funded Oracle when you tried to bankrupt me p> “A creditor who sends thousands of roses?” Liam challenged. “A creditor
Chapter 389 Chapter 389: She saw a tombstone. Skye Kensington. Beloved Wife. A man was kneeling in the mud. It was Liam, but he looked older. Grayer. “I didn’t know,” Dream-Liam sobbed, clutching the stone. “She lied to me. Seraphina lied to me p> Skye watched from the void. She
Chapter 388 Chapter 388: She looked out at the dark ocean. She knew he was out there, watching. A small, genuine smile touched her lips. Not for the cameras. For him. Liam saw the smile. He thought it was for his cooking. “I think we’re making progress,” Liam whispered to
Chapter 387 Chapter 387: “Drop the net there,” the man grunted, pointing a gloved finger. “Here?” Liam asked doubtfully. “It looks empty p> “Drop it,” Skye commanded. She trusted the fisherman. Liam struggled with the heavy net, tossing it over the side. It sank. They waited. The sun beat down
Chapter 386 Chapter 386: Skye walked past him. She took off her designer sunglasses—Gucci, current season. She handed them to the woman. “For the skewers and two coconuts,” Skye negotiated. The woman inspected the glasses, tried them on, and grinned. “Deal p> Skye took the food. She handed a skewer
Chapter 385 Chapter 385: On the balcony, Liam reached out. His hand hovered over Skye’s shoulder. He touched her. Through the binoculars, Alistair saw Skye stiffen. She recoiled sharply, putting distance between them. She said something sharp. “Good girl,” Alistair whispered. Liam tried again. He stepped closer, invading her space,
Chapter 384 Chapter 384: Skye gripped the duvet cover. “I must have seen a trailer p> “There’s no trailer with that scene,” Liam said. He looked at her like she was a stranger—like she was an alien puzzle he couldn’t solve. “You knew about the North Terminal protocol. You knew
Chapter 383 Chapter 383: “Make a signature dish that represents your relationship,” the host chirped. “Burnt toast,” Skye muttered. They started. Liam tried to be helpful. He grabbed a knife to chop vegetables, but he was clumsy—his coordination still dulled by the painkillers for his leg. He slipped. The knife
Chapter 382 Chapter 382: “Crystal clear, sir,” Gordon squeaked. Alistair hung up. It wasn’t enough. A phone call was a thread; he needed a chain. “Felix,” Alistair said calmly. Felix appeared at the door. “Boss p> “Prepare the jet.” Alistair stood, grabbing a black duffel bag from under his desk.
Chapter 381 Chapter 381: She met Beatrice’s eyes. “If these photos leak, Beatrice, I won’t just sue you. I will trigger the clause. I will take the house. I will take the silver. I will take the chair you’re sitting in. Your choice p> Beatrice froze. Her mouth snapped shut.
Chapter 380 Chapter 380: The maid who opened the door looked downcast, her uniform slightly rumpled. The staff knew the ship was sinking. “They’re in the drawing room, Ms. Sterling,” the maid murmured, stepping aside. Skye walked down the hallway. Her heels clicked on the parquet floor, a sharp, confident
Chapter 379 Chapter 379: She picked it up and tore it open, shielding the contents from prying eyes. The handwriting was jagged, aggressive. For the Oracle. No name. But she knew. It wasn’t Graves. Graves would have sent white lilies—funeral flowers. This was Alistair. Excessive. Possessive. A territorial marker planted
Chapter 378 Chapter 378: “It’s a cage,” Alistair argued. “You’ll be trapped in there with Liam p> “It’s a shield,” Skye corrected. “And it’s a platform. I’m going back p> Julian stared at her for a long moment. Then he glanced down at his phone. A text message had just
Chapter 377 Chapter 377: She had gone alone into the shadows of the container yard. She had opened container after container, finding huddled masses of terrified people—strangers, not Daphne. She had triggered the alarms to scatter them, creating chaos to cover their escape, believing all the while that at least
Chapter 376 Chapter 376: He stopped in front of the high-backed velvet chair facing the panoramic window. The harbor’s city lights flickered below, indifferent and distant. “You led me on quite a chase tonight, Skye,” Lucian said, his voice a low, smooth purr. “Shutting down my terminal? Costing me millions?
Chapter 375 Chapter 375: Skye froze. Graves. He was taunting her, showing her the crime in real time, knowing she couldn’t leave the house without breaching contract and owing millions. Hunter looked at her. He tapped his earpiece. “We see the activity at the docks,” Alistair’s voice came through her
Chapter 374 Chapter 374: Cameras were everywhere. Drones buzzed overhead. A producer with a headset ran up to her. “Ms. Sterling. Welcome! We need you in the holding room. Liam is already here p> Skye walked into the house. It was rigged with lights and microphones. It felt like a