Chapter 442
Chapter 442:
Skye kicked the door open. It slammed against the wall with a crack like a gunshot.
Sienna jumped, dropping the phone. “What the p>
She saw Skye. Her face went pale. “You’re… you’re supposed to be p>
“Dead?” Skye finished, walking into the room. “Sorry to disappoint p>
The door to the adjoining conference room slid open automatically. Liam Kensington rolled out, his wheelchair humming softly on the plush carpet. He looked worse than he had on TV—his skin was gray, and dark bruises showed beneath his collar. His movements were stiff and jerky as he maneuvered the joystick.
He stopped short. He stared at Skye. His eyes were wide, confused. He blinked rapidly, as if trying to clear a fog.
“Skye?” he whispered. “You’re… here p>
“I am,” Skye said. She looked him over. He looked like hell—thin, pale, haunted. But behind the glaze, she caught a flicker of recognition. He was still in there. “And you look like hell, Liam p>
Sienna stood up, rallying her confidence. She flashed the ruby ring. “Security! Get her out of here! I am the Family Representative for the board p>
“You’re a squatter,” Skye said coldly. She threw a folder onto the desk. It slid across the polished wood and struck Sienna’s hand. “That is the evidence of your fraudulent voting proxy. And the police report regarding my kidnapping p>
Skye walked around the desk. She leaned in close to Sienna.
“Get out of my chair p>
Sienna looked at Liam. “Do something! She’s crazy p>
Liam looked at Skye. Then he looked at Sienna. A flicker of something—recognition? anger?—sparked in his dull eyes.
“The interim board appointed her…” Liam mumbled, his voice thick, as if he were reciting a script he barely remembered. “Lucian… sold his controlling stake to Kensington Global this morning p>
“And I am contesting that sale as coerced,” Skye shot back.
Sienna gasped. “Liam! Beatrice said p>
“I don’t care what Beatrice said,” Skye cut in. Her gaze locked on the ring on Sienna’s finger. “And take that ring off. It doesn’t belong to you p>
Sienna clutched her hand to her chest. “It’s an heirloom p>
R𝘦ad w𝗂𝘁𝘩𝗼u𝘁 li𝗆𝗶𝗍ѕ 𝘰𝘯 𝘣e.c𝗈𝘮
“It’s blood money,” Skye hissed.
Alistair stepped into the room, filling the doorway. “You heard the lady. Leave. Or be removed p>
Sienna looked at Alistair, then at Skye. She grabbed her purse. “This isn’t over. The Matriarch will hear about this p>
“Tell her I’m waiting,” Skye said.
Sienna stormed out.
Skye sank into her leather chair. It felt right. It felt like power.
She looked up at Liam, who was still sitting in his wheelchair, lost.
“Liam,” she said softly. “Stay there. We need to talk p>
The coup was crushed. But the war for the truth was just beginning.
The confrontation at the Oracle office had ended in a stalemate of silence, broken only by the arrival of Beatrice’s private security team.
Just as Liam had opened his mouth to speak—to perhaps bridge the chasm of lies between them—the heavy door burst open again. Beatrice’s men, acting on a panic button Sienna must have pressed on her way out, swarmed the room. They didn’t arrest anyone—they didn’t have the authority—but they formed a wall around Liam, cutting him off from Skye.
“Mr. Kensington is leaving,” the lead guard stated, a hand on his holster. “Medical necessity p>
Skye had watched them wheel him away, his eyes locked on hers, filled with a desperate, silent plea. That conversation—the one she had demanded—had been suffocated before it began.
Now, twenty-four hours later, Skye stood in the doorway of what was now the CEO’s office at Kensington Global, seeking the only closure that mattered.