Chapter 485 Chapter 485: She struck the opening chords of Rachmaninoff’s Prelude in C-sharp minor. BUM. BUM. BUM. The heavy, dark chords crashed through the room like thunder. It was aggressive. It was violent. It was a musical scream. People turned from the slot machines. The VIPs stood up. Lucian
Chapter 484 Chapter 484: “Player total is two p> She turned the banker’s cards. “Banker shows six. Stands on six. Banker wins p> The men cheered or groaned. Skye watched the cards. Her mind shifted into a different gear. She was not just dealing; she was counting. She tracked the
Chapter 483 Chapter 483: “Perfect,” Lucian murmured. He walked up behind her, looking at their reflection. “Lady Luck herself p> He offered his arm. “Shall we p> Skye turned. She placed her hand on his arm. Her nails, painted the same dark red, dug slightly into his jacket sleeve. “Let’s
Chapter 482 Chapter 482: “Skye?” Lucian shook her shoulder. “I’m… so tired,” she murmured. Lucian shouted into the hallway. “Get the doctor! Now p> Within minutes, the private doctor on Lucian’s staff arrived. He checked Skye’s pulse. He shone a light in her eyes. Skye held her breath for short
Chapter 481 Chapter 481: Skye was ready. As Marcus stepped into the doorway, Skye stumbled backward into the corner, out of the direct line of sight of the hallway cameras. She fell to the floor with a cry. “Get out!” she screamed, her voice shrill with fake panic. “What are
Chapter 480 Chapter 480: All he saw was a woman who was desperate to get out of the cold. And he saw an opportunity—a public trap. It appealed to his arrogance. “You want to go to the casino?” Lucian asked slowly. A cruel smile spread across his face. “Yes,” Skye
Chapter 479 Chapter 479: Château Margaux 1787. Domaine de la Romanée-Conti 1945. Screaming Eagle Cabernet 1992. Millions of dollars sitting on a shelf. Skye reached out. Her hand was shaking from the cold, but her grip was firm. She pulled the 1945 Romanée-Conti from the rack—a bottle worth half a
Chapter 478 Chapter 478: Lucian stared at her. For a microsecond, his smile faded. A flicker of paranoia—the constant companion of tyrants—passed behind his eyes. He stood slowly. He walked around the desk. “If he is here,” Lucian said softly, stopping inches from her face, “then he will die here
Chapter 477 Chapter 477: Marcus nodded. He stepped forward and grabbed Skye’s arm. His grip was bruising. “This way,” he grunted. Skye yanked her arm, trying to shake him off, but it was like trying to move a boulder. She stumbled, her torn gown catching on her heel, but she
Chapter 476 Chapter 476: “I can walk,” she spat. Lucian smirked. He gestured to the massive double doors. “After you, Ms. Sterling p> The heavy oak doors swung open, revealing a foyer that reeked of opulence. Crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceiling like frozen tears. The floor was checkered black-and-white
Chapter 475 Chapter 475: “You can stop pretending, darling,” Lucian said, his voice smooth and amused. “I saw your heart rate spike on the monitor p> He gestured vaguely to a medical readout on the wall behind her. Skye opened her eyes fully. She sat up, wincing as the movement
Chapter 474 Chapter 474: “We are going to war p> Miles away, in the plush, climate-controlled drawing room of the Kensington Estate, Beatrice Kensington lifted a porcelain teacup to her lips. The Earl Grey was hot, perfectly brewed, but it did nothing to warm the ice in her veins. She
Chapter 473 Chapter 473: “Load her up,” Lucian barked. “We have three minutes before Alistair breaches the jammer radius and realizes his security is dead p> They threw her into the back of the van. Darkness swallowed her. The engine roared to life. Tires screeched against the pavement. The side
Chapter 472 Chapter 472: “Skye, wait!” Alistair shouted, blocked by a group of investors congratulating him. A wall of tuxedo-clad bankers separated them, oblivious to the panic in Skye’s eyes. Skye didn’t wait. The threat was too specific, too immediate. She grabbed Harper, who was nearby. “Come with me! Julian
Chapter 471 Chapter 471: White frosting exploded everywhere. It coated Sienna’s face. It filled the rip in her dress. It splattered onto Beatrice’s Chanel suit. The few guests in the room were no longer being polite. They had their phones out. They were filming. Sienna wiped frosting from her eyes.
Chapter 470 Chapter 470: She took the second step. Swing. Thump. A few guests at the bottom looked up. One of them, a cousin who hated Sienna, stifled a giggle. Sienna was sweating. Her makeup was starting to run. The dress was crushing her diaphragm. “Liam!” she hissed. “Help me
Chapter 469 Chapter 469: Inside sat a set of jewelry that made the room go silent. It was the Romanov Emeralds—a necklace and tiara that had been lost to history for fifty years. An expert from Christie’s auction house, who was a guest, actually fainted. “And,” Julian said, his voice
Chapter 468 Chapter 468: “Livestream,” she announced. “We will livestream our party. We will show the world how intimate and exclusive it is. We will spin it—’quality over quantity p> She grabbed a tripod. She set up her phone. “Get in the frame, Liam!” she barked. Liam sat in his
Chapter 467 Chapter 467: “They are late,” Beatrice said, her voice tight. She checked her phone constantly. “Traffic is bad p> “Traffic isn’t bad!” Sienna shrieked. “The parking lot is empty p> She grabbed a passing waiter. “How many cars are outside p> The waiter looked terrified. “Seven, ma’am p>
Chapter 466 Chapter 466: Skye frowned. The attacks were coordinated. Dominic’s money was already at work. A hand reached down and gently took the phone from her grip. Alistair stood over her. He pressed the power button, turning the screen black. “Stop looking at the noise,” he commanded gently. “They