Chapter 388
Chapter 388:
She looked out at the dark ocean. She knew he was out there, watching.
A small, genuine smile touched her lips. Not for the cameras.
For him.
Liam saw the smile. He thought it was for his cooking.
“I think we’re making progress,” Liam whispered to the camera confessional later. “She smiled at me. We’re connecting p>
Skye sat by the fire, shivering slightly. The burn on her hand from the day before was throbbing. It felt hot. Too hot. She looked down. The skin around the blister was angry and red, streaks of inflammation creeping up her wrist.
She hid her hand in her sleeve. She wouldn’t complain. Not after eating a million-dollar lobster.
The fever hit Skye like a physical blow at 2:00 a.m.
She woke up thrashing. The sheets were soaked with sweat. Her teeth chattered so hard her jaw ached.
“Skye?” Liam’s voice was groggy from the other side of the pillow wall.
“Cold,” she gasped. “So cold p>
Liam turned on the lamp. He took one look at her and scrambled out of bed. Her face was flushed crimson, her eyes glassy.
He grabbed her hand. The burn was swollen, pulsing with infection.
“Medic!” Liam yelled, running to the door. “Emergency p>
Production was halted. The villa turned into a field hospital. Skye was put on an IV drip of antibiotics.
Liam refused to leave. He sat by the bed, holding a cold compress to her forehead, wiping away the sweat. He looked terrified.
Meanwhile, in the city, the “Lobster Date” footage had leaked. The internet was swooning over Liam’s catch.
Beatrice Kensington watched the footage on her tablet. She saw the public sentiment shifting. They love him. They want them back together.
“No,” Beatrice hissed. “She doesn’t get a happy ending p>
She logged into a secure server—a burner account.
She uploaded a file.
𝘖ո𝗹у с𝗼𝘮𝗉𝘭𝗲𝗍𝘦𝖽 𝘯ove𝗹𝘴 о𝗇 𝘣𝗲.c𝘰𝗆
Title: The Truth About Skye Sterling.
Content: The paparazzi photos of Skye and Alistair. The divorce papers showing the “morality clause.” And a fabricated medical report suggesting Skye had terminated a pregnancy years ago (a lie, but a damaging one p>
Caption: While my son cries and cooks for her, she plays with other men. She is a fraud.
She hit Post.
Within ten minutes, the hashtag #SkyeTheCheater was trending worldwide.
The doorbell of Kensington Manor rang.
The maid answered it. A young woman stood there. She had dark hair, innocent doe eyes, and wore a modest dress. But her gaze was hard, calculating.
“I’m here to see Mrs. Kensington,” she said softly. “My name is Seraphina Miller. I believe… I believe we have a mutual enemy p>
Beatrice wheeled herself into the hallway. She looked at the girl. She saw the hunger behind the innocence. She saw the prison tattoo barely concealed by makeup on her wrist.
“Come in, my dear,” Beatrice smiled. “I’ve been expecting you. Prison must have been terrible p>
“It was enlightening,” Seraphina replied, stepping inside. “It gave me a lot of time to plan p>
Back on the island, Skye slipped into a fever dream.
She was no longer in the villa. She was in a cemetery. It was raining.