Chapter 309
Chapter 309:
“You think you won?” Seraphina hissed, but her voice cracked.
“I already have,” Skye said calmly, angling her chest so the brooch microphone had a clear line. The ambient noise was lower here, ensuring every word would be captured. “Why are we here, Seraphina p>
Seraphina grabbed Skye’s arm. Her nails dug into Skye’s skin, sharp and painful.
“Dominic will kill my mother if I don’t do this,” Seraphina whispered rapidly, her eyes darting toward the balcony. “He has her. He said I have to accuse you p>
Skye blinked, surprised by the confession. “Then help me take him down. Don’t do this p>
“It’s too late!” Seraphina sobbed. She looked over the railing.
Dominic was watching.
Seraphina took a deep breath. Then she screamed.
“No, Skye! Don’t push me! Please! My baby p>
The scream tore through the gala. The music stopped. Every head turned upward.
Skye reacted instantly. She pulled her arm free and raised both hands high in the air, palms open toward the crowd below. It was the universal gesture of surrender. I am not touching her.
“I’m not touching you!” Skye shouted clearly.
Seraphina looked at Skye’s raised hands. Panic flared in her eyes. She had to fall. She had to make it look real.
Seraphina closed her eyes and threw herself backward.
It wasn’t a graceful swoon, but she didn’t aim for the full flight. She twisted her body, hitting the banister hard to break her momentum before tumbling down the last six steps onto the plush carpet of the mid-landing.
Thud. Crunch.
She landed in a heap of white chiffon, groaning.
Silence. Absolute, horrified silence.
Then a pool of red began to spread beneath her dress.
“Seraphina!” Beatrice screamed.
Liam shoved Dominic aside and sprinted to the body. He fell to his knees, hovering over her, afraid to touch her.
“She’s bleeding!” someone shouted. “Call an ambulance p>
𝖤𝘹𝖼l𝗎𝗌𝘪ve 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝗲𝗅𝘴 𝘰𝗇 𝖻е.𝖼𝗈𝗆
Beatrice pointed a shaking finger up at the top of the stairs.
“Murderer!” she bellowed. “She pushed her! I heard her scream p>
The crowd erupted.
“Oh my God, Skye pushed her p>
“She killed the baby p>
Security guards swarmed up the stairs toward Skye.
Skye stood perfectly still at the top, her hands still raised. She looked down at the chaos, her face pale but composed. She looked like a dark angel judging the sins of the world.
“Don’t touch me,” she said to the guards as they approached. “I’ll walk down myself p>
She lowered her hands and descended the stairs, step by step, her heels clicking on the marble. The crowd parted, recoiling from her as if she were radioactive.
She reached the bottom.
Liam stood up, his hands covered in Seraphina’s blood.
“Did you?” Liam asked. His voice trembled, his eyes pleading with her to say no. “Did you push her p>
Skye looked him in the eye. The fact that he even had to ask snapped the last thin thread of connection between them.
“You have to ask?” Skye said coldly. “That’s why we’re divorced p>
The police burst through the main doors, led by a captain Dominic had undoubtedly tipped off.