Chapter 315
Chapter 315:
Back in the holding cell, the heavy metal door of the interrogation room opened an hour later. It wasn’t a lawyer who walked in.
It was Liam.
He looked immaculate in a fresh charcoal suit, a stark contrast to the grime of the station, though the dark circles under his eyes betrayed him. He didn’t sit. He stood by the door, holding a handkerchief over his nose.
Seraphina threw herself at the plexiglass barrier. “Liam! You came p>
He stepped back, pure revulsion crossing his face. “Do not address me by my first name p>
She froze, trembling. “Liam… baby… please. Get me out. I’m scared. There are rats p>
“I know,” Liam said. His voice was devoid of sympathy. “I’m not here to get you out, Seraphina. I’m here to make a deal p>
“A deal p>
“You are going to plead guilty,” Liam said calmly. “To everything. The fraud, the embezzlement from the charity, the identity theft. You will state, on record, that you acted alone. That I was a victim of your deception, just like everyone else p>
“But… but I did it for us,” she whispered, the old lie falling from her lips automatically. “Dominic made me p>
“Leave Dominic out of it,” Liam snapped. “If you implicate Dominic, this becomes a conspiracy, and I get dragged into the investigation. If you take the fall alone… I will set up a trust fund for your mother. She will be taken care of p>
Seraphina’s eyes widened. It was a lifeline. A twisted, cruel lifeline.
“And if I don’t p>
“Then I testify against you,” Liam said, his eyes hard as flint. “I hand over the emails where you transferred the charity funds to your personal account. You’ll get twenty years, Seraphina. And your mother will starve p>
Seraphina looked at the man she had tried so hard to manipulate, only to realize he was a bigger monster than she could ever aspire to be. He was rewriting history to survive.
“I’ll do it,” she breathed, defeated.
𝖮𝘳𝗂𝘨𝘪𝘯а𝘭 𝘃𝘦𝗋𝘀i𝗈𝘯 𝘰𝗇 𝗯𝖾𝘭𝘯𝗼v𝖾𝘭ѕ.cо𝗺
“Good.” Liam turned to the door. “My lawyer is outside with the confession. Sign it p>
He walked out without looking back.
As he exited the station, a swarm of paparazzi waited.
“Mr. Kensington! Mr. Kensington! Did you know she was a fraud p>
Liam paused on the steps. He adjusted his cufflinks—the silver ones Skye had given him years ago. He looked directly into the camera, his face a mask of tragic sorrow.
“I am heartbroken,” he lied, his voice breaking perfectly. “To find out that the woman I trusted was a criminal… it has devastated me. I can only apologize to my wife, Skye, who tried to warn me. I am determined to win back her trust p>
In her car, watching the live feed on her tablet, Skye let out a cold, humorless laugh.
“He’s good,” Felix Carter, Alistair’s head of security, said from the driver’s seat. “He’s spinning it p>
“He’s drowning,” Skye corrected. “He just doesn’t know the water is already over his head. Let’s go to the hospital, Felix. I need to see Gabriel p>
The morning sun hit Kensington Manor, but it brought no warmth. Inside the breakfast room, Matriarch Beatrice Kensington read the newspaper. Her hands, usually steady as stone, were shaking.
KENSINGTON FRAUD SCANDAL DEEPENS: STOCK PLUMMETS
The headline screamed in bold black letters. Beneath it was last night’s photo—Seraphina in handcuffs, and Liam looking lost in the background.