Chapter 259 Chapter 259: We arrived at a facility that looked more like a high-security research compound than a talent agency. Tall electrified fences hummed with low voltage. Cameras swiveled on every post, their lenses tracking the van’s movement with predatory precision. There were no dogs—just silent, uniformed guards with
Chapter 258 Chapter 258: I handed the contract back to him. Julian smirked. It wasn’t a nice smile. It was the smile of a man who had just acquired a very expensive, very dangerous toy. “Welcome to hell, Skye,” he whispered as the car dipped into the underground garage of
Chapter 257 Chapter 257: “You think this is about money?” I let out a laugh with no humor in it—dry, hollow. “You think you can buy your way back into my life p> “I’m trying to save you!” Liam insisted, his voice rising, hysteria edging into his tone. “This industry…
Chapter 256 Chapter 256: “Let him,” I said. I touched the black diamond ring on the chain around my neck. “I’m not going as the victim tonight. I’m going as the executioner p> “And how do you plan on getting close enough to snatch a necklace off a Thorne p>
Chapter 255 Chapter 255: My phone buzzed again. It was Ms. Davies. Ms. Sterling. We found him. The forger. The Ghost. I sat up. The pain in my cheek throbbed, but the adrenaline was stronger. “Where is he?” I typed back. A basement in Queens. He’s packing to leave. “Stall
Chapter 254 Chapter 254: Dominic stood up. “Are you insane p> Liam grabbed a crystal decanter from the bar and smashed it over the head of the second guard. He fought like a madman. No technique. Just pure, unadulterated rage. He took a punch to the ribs, but he didn’t
Chapter 253 Chapter 253: Beatrice gasped. “What did you say to me p> “I said shut up!” Liam roared. He grabbed Beatrice’s arm. “Look at her! Look what your precious ally did! They hit her, Grandmother! They hit Skye p> “She is a liability!” Beatrice shrieked. “You are the liability!”
Chapter 252 Chapter 252: “And that,” Dominic added, “is a warning. Stay away from Alistair. Or next time, it won’t be a slap. It’ll be a bullet p> I pulled a handkerchief from my purse and dabbed my lip. I looked at the blood on the white cloth—red on white.
Chapter 251 Chapter 251: Alistair grinned. It was the grin of a wolf. “I’ll drive p> The venue for the “Welcome Home” party was a private club in Manhattan—the kind that didn’t have a sign, just a heavy brass door and a list of names that controlled half the world’s
Chapter 250 Chapter 250: “I need to stand on my own two feet first,” I said. “I need to bury Liam and Seraphina with my own hands. When I come to you… I want to come as an equal. Not a rescue case p> Alistair stared at me for a
Chapter 249 Chapter 249: “I love you!” he shouted. “Doesn’t that matter p> “No,” a deep voice said from the doorway. We both turned. Alistair Thorne stood there. He wore a long black trench coat, raindrops glistening on his shoulders. He looked like a dark god who had descended to
Chapter 248 Chapter 248: “We won’t sign,” Zhang spat. “We’ll sue p> “Go ahead,” I said. “Litigation takes years. The banks will foreclose by Friday p> I signaled to Ms. Davies. She slid a single sheet of paper to each man. “What is this?” Zhang asked. “A buyout offer,” I
Chapter 247 Chapter 247: I stared at the name. Liam Kensington. He had watched it. He knew the tide had turned. I answered. “What do you want p> “Skye,” Liam’s voice was frantic. “I saw the stream. My God, I didn’t know they were that bad. Are you okay? I
Chapter 246 Chapter 246: “Unbelievable,” Harper growled. “Look at the comments. People are buying it! They’re calling you a monster p> I sipped my espresso. It was hot, bitter, perfect. “Patience, Harper p> “They’re getting sympathy donations!” Harper pointed at the screen. “Someone just sent a Super Chat for five
Chapter 245 Chapter 245: The agents were moving toward Victor. “Check him too,” I told the lead agent. “He’s a signatory on the shell accounts p> “Hey! Get off me!” Victor shouted as he was slammed against the wall and cuffed. The jewelry box fell from his hands, spilling emeralds
Chapter 244 Chapter 244: I reached into my bag and pulled out a thick stack of paper. I tossed it onto the coffee table. It landed with a heavy slap. “Bank of George Town. Account number 774-902. Beneficiary: Arthur Sterling. Date: yesterday p> Arthur lunged for the papers. He flipped
Chapter 243 Chapter 243: The gates opened automatically for the car. They still thought I was the obedient little girl coming to beg for a truce. The car crunched over the gravel driveway. I looked out the window. No one in the garden. The front door was slightly ajar. A
Chapter 242 Chapter 242: There it was. She had been assigned to the blood bank transport unit that night. She had the keys. She had access to the inventory logs. I pulled up her medical file from the prison records I had hacked days ago. Blood type: A positive. She
Chapter 241 Chapter 241: She had allies. She had secrets. And tomorrow, she was going to war. Sleep, when it finally came, was not a mercy. It was a trap. I was back in the hospital. The smell of antiseptic was so strong I could taste it—metallic and sharp, like
Chapter 240 Chapter 240: He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the leg of the desk. “The Vance curse. We don’t die of old age. We die because our bodies forget how to survive, and our minds shatter from the fear of it p> A pang tightened Skye’s