Chapter 441
Chapter 441:
Skye pushed herself away from him. She stood, her legs shaking but holding. She wiped at her face. The fear was evaporating, replaced by a cold, burning determination.
Sienna Quinn wasn’t just a rival. She was the executioner. And she was wearing the trophy on her finger.
“I need to go back,” Skye said.
“No,” Alistair said immediately. “You’re not ready. You’re injured. You need to recover p>
“They took my company,” Skye said, her voice rising. “They took my reputation. And now she’s wearing that ring while holding Liam hostage. If I stay here, they win. They solidify the merger, and I lose everything I built p>
She walked to the window, looking out at the ocean. “I’m not hiding anymore, Alistair. I’m done being the victim p>
She turned back to him. Her eyes were dry. Her jaw was set.
“I’m going to walk into Oracle Holdings tomorrow morning. And I’m going to take back my throne p>
Alistair looked at her for a long moment. He saw the fire in her. He knew he couldn’t stop her.
“Okay,” he said. “But you don’t walk alone. We go to war together p>
The next morning, the fog had lifted in Cloud City, leaving the sky a piercing, unforgiving blue.
Skye stood in front of the Oracle Holdings tower. She wore a white power suit—sharp, tailored, immaculate. It was armor. Dark sunglasses hid the shadows beneath her eyes, and the bandage on her arm was concealed beneath the sleeve.
Alistair stood beside her, flanked by Felix and four other security guards. He looked like a kingmaker.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Always,” Skye said.
She pushed through the revolving doors. The lobby was bustling. Heads turned. Whispers started immediately.
“Is that p>
“I thought she was missing p>
“She looks… alive p>
Skye marched to the security turnstiles. She slapped her key card against the reader.
𝗪𝖾𝗲k𝗹𝗒 r𝖾𝗅𝗲a𝗌е𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝘦.𝗰𝗈m
Access denied.
Red light.
The receptionist, a young woman named Sarah, looked up, terrified. “Ms. Sterling… I… your access was revoked. The board p>
“Call security,” Skye said calmly. “And tell the board I’m on my way up p>
Two security guards approached. They looked hesitant. They knew who paid their salaries, but they also knew who Skye Sterling was.
“Ms. Sterling, please,” one guard said. “We have orders p>
Wayne stepped forward from behind Skye. He wasn’t alone. Beside him stood a severe-looking woman in a gray suit—Alistair’s lead counsel, Evelyn Vance.
“I am Evelyn Vance, representing Ms. Sterling,” the lawyer announced, her voice carrying across the lobby. She held up a sheaf of documents. “This is a court order freezing all board actions taken in the last forty-eight hours due to fraudulent representation of Ms. Sterling’s status. If you touch her, you are assaulting the majority shareholder p>
The guards stopped. They looked at each other. Then they stepped aside.
Skye walked through the open gate. She didn’t look back.
The elevator ride to the top floor was silent. When the doors opened, Skye stepped into her own kingdom.
Sienna Quinn was sitting at Skye’s desk. She was on the phone, laughing. In her other hand, she held a fabric swatch, clearly planning to redecorate.