Chapter 555
Chapter 555:
“She thinks she’s untouchable,” Skye said softly. “She thinks the Kensington name is a shield that can deflect bullets p>
“It used to be,” Liam replied. He turned his head slowly to look at Skye. His eyes were bloodshot. “I’m sorry p>
“Don’t,” Skye cut him off. “We have work to do p>
The door to the observation room opened. A detective poked his head in, looking frustrated. “Ms. Sterling? We have a problem with the third suspect. Sienna Quinn isn’t talking. She’s playing the victim card hard, claiming she was kidnapped too. Without a direct confession linking her to the conspiracy, Beatrice’s lawyers might spin this as hearsay p>
Skye’s eyes narrowed. “She hasn’t rolled over yet p>
“No,” the detective sighed. “She’s clinging to her delusion like a lifeline. She thinks Mr. Kensington is coming to save her p>
“Then let’s break the delusion,” Skye said. She picked up the manila folder lying on the console. It felt heavy—not in weight, but in consequence.
She walked out of the room, her heels clicking rhythmically on the linoleum. Liam followed her, a silent shadow.
They went to the holding area where Sienna Quinn was being processed. A booking officer was just finishing her paperwork. Sienna was screaming. It was a high, thin sound that grated on the ears. She was clinging to the bars of the holding cell, her leopard-print coat torn, her hair a rat’s nest.
“You can’t do this!” Sienna shrieked at the booking officer. “I am a star! My fiancé is Liam Kensington! Call him! He’ll have your badge p>
Skye stopped ten feet away. She watched the performance with cold detachment.
“She really believes it,” Liam whispered, disgust curling his lip. “She’s told the lie so many times she thinks it’s the truth p>
“Then let’s break the mirror,” Skye said.
She signaled the officer. “Bring her out for transfer p>
Two officers unlocked the cell and dragged Sienna out. She kicked and spat, a feral animal cornered.
“Get off me!” Sienna yelled. Then she saw Liam. Her face transformed instantly, shifting from rage to a grotesque parody of vulnerability. “Liam! Liam, baby! Tell them! Tell them who I am! I’m your fiancée p>
а𝗹 𝖿𝘳𝗲𝗲 𝗼𝘯 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗻о𝗏𝖾𝘭ѕ.𝘤о𝘮
Liam didn’t move. He didn’t blink. He looked at her the way one looks at a car accident—horrified, but unable to look away.
“You’re not my fiancée,” Liam said, his voice dead. “And you’re not pregnant. You never were p>
“I am!” Sienna insisted, tears springing to her eyes, though her hand instinctively went to her flat stomach. “I lost it because of the stress! Because of Skye p>
Skye stepped forward, opening the folder. She pulled out a single sheet of paper.
“Save the acting for the B-movies, Sienna,” Skye said, her voice cutting through the hysterics. “We have your medical records. Specifically, the ones from the private clinic in Tijuana you visited three months ago. You weren’t getting prenatal care. You were getting liposuction p>
Sienna froze. The color drained from her face, leaving her pasty and gray. The lie she had used to trap Liam, the lie she had used to torment Skye, evaporated in the harsh fluorescent light.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sienna whispered, her eyes darting around for an exit that didn’t exist.
“And this?” Skye pulled out a series of printed emails. “Correspondence between you and Lucian Graves. You weren’t just a bystander, Sienna. You were his eyes and ears inside the manor. You sold Liam out for a promise of a movie role and a payoff p>