Chapter 307
Chapter 307:
“You are going to lose the baby,” Dominic said.
The room went silent.
“What?” Seraphina whispered. “But… I’m not even p>
“I know you’re not pregnant,” Dominic sneered. “Or if you are, it’s barely a clump of cells. But the world thinks you’re carrying the Kensington heir. Tonight, you will fall down the stairs. You will scream that Skye pushed you. You will have a miscarriage. And Skye will go to prison for murder p>
“That’s… that’s insane,” Seraphina cried. “I can’t fall down stairs! I could get hurt p>
“Would you rather your mother gets a bullet in the brain?” Dominic asked calmly.
Seraphina looked at the photos. She looked at Dominic’s cruel, unyielding face. She realized, with a jolt of true terror, that she was trapped.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Okay. I’ll do it p>
“Good girl,” Dominic said, patting her cheek. “Remember, you are Eleanor Thorne tonight. Play the victim perfectly p>
He turned and left, locking the door from the outside.
Seraphina curled into a ball on the floor, sobbing. She touched her padded stomach. She had played so many games, told so many lies. And now, the lie was going to break her bones.
Across town, inside the Thorne penthouse, Alistair sat in front of a bank of monitors. He adjusted his headset.
“Did you get that?” Alistair asked.
“Loud and clear,” a tech replied through the earpiece. “We intercepted the audio from the bug Higgins planted in Seraphina’s coat pocket. We have the location of the mother. An underground casino in the East End p>
Alistair turned to Skye, who was standing by the window.
“We have them,” Alistair said. “Dominic just confessed to kidnapping and extortion on tape. And we know where he’s holding her mother p>
Skye turned from the window. She wore a dress of black silk and gold mesh. It looked like armor.
“Send the extraction team,” Skye said. “Get the mother out. Safely p>
Alistair stood behind her, fastening a diamond brooch to her chest.
“You don’t have to go,” Alistair said. “We know they’re planning something. Dominic is desperate p>
𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦.𝘤𝘰𝘮
“That’s why I have to go,” Skye said, touching the brooch. It wasn’t just jewelry. It was a high-definition microphone, customized by Oracle’s tech division. “This will capture everything within a thirty-foot radius. I need him to make a move. I need to catch him red-handed p>
“It’s dangerous,” Alistair warned.
“I have you,” Skye said, turning to face him. She adjusted his tie. “And I have the truth. Tonight, Seraphina’s lies end p>
She picked up her clutch.
“Let’s go to a party,” she said.
The Kensington Estate was ablaze with light. It was the annual Charity Jewelry Gala, the most prestigious event of the season. Luxury cars lined the driveway, depositing the city’s elite onto a red carpet flanked by shivering photographers.
Beatrice stood at the massive double doors, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She wore the Kensington emeralds, heavy and archaic. Beside her, Liam looked like he was attending a funeral. He wore a black tuxedo, his face gaunt, his eyes scanning the crowd nervously.
“Stand up straight,” Beatrice hissed at him. “Smile. We need investors p>
A murmur rippled through the crowd. A white limousine pulled up.
Seraphina Miller emerged. She was dressed in pure white chiffon, a gown designed to make her look like an angel. She clutched her stomach protectively, playing the role of the Madonna to perfection.