Chapter 560
Chapter 560:
“Why?” Sienna sobbed. “Why are you doing this p>
“Because you ruined my chance at redemption,” Liam said.
“Because you made me hurt the only woman who ever actually gave a damn about me. Because you are a lie p>
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of photos. He threw them into the air. They fluttered down like confetti.
Sienna picked one up. It was a paparazzi photo of her stumbling out of a club five years ago, looking desperate and hungry, before the plastic surgery, before the Kensington money.
“Look at them,” Liam commanded. “Remember who you really are. You’re not a princess. You’re just a grifter from the gutter p>
He stepped back into the hallway.
“Liam, no! Don’t leave me!” Sienna screamed, running to the door.
Liam slammed it shut. He locked it from the outside with a heavy click.
“Liam!” Sienna pounded on the wood. “I’m sorry! I’ll do anything! Please p>
Liam leaned his forehead against the door. He could hear her sobbing, the sound muffled by the thick oak. He closed his eyes. He didn’t feel happy. He felt hollow. But it was a necessary hollowness.
His phone buzzed.
It was a text from the pilot of the private jet.
Package delivered. Subject B has been transferred to the facility in Zurich. Sedation administered.
Beatrice was gone. Sienna was trapped in her own personal purgatory.
Liam pushed off the door. He walked down the empty hallway, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the dead house. He walked out onto the balcony overlooking the grounds. The rain had stopped. The air was clean.
He took out a cigarette—a habit he had picked up in the army and quit for Skye, now picked up again. He lit it, watching the smoke curl into the night.
He pulled out his phone again. He opened Skye’s contact. His thumb hovered over the screen.
O𝗳𝖿𝗶𝗰𝘪𝘢𝗹 s𝗼𝗎r𝘤𝖾 𝘰𝖿 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘀 ո𝘰𝘷𝘦l 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦.𝖼om
It’s done, he typed.
He stared at the words. Then he deleted them.
She didn’t need to know the details. She just needed the results.
He threw the phone over the balcony railing. It disappeared into the wet hedges below.
Inside the room, Sienna’s screams had turned to low, rhythmic moaning.
Liam took a drag of his cigarette.
“Welcome home, honey,” he whispered to the empty air.
The headquarters of Oracle Holdings was a glass needle piercing the sky, a monument to Skye Sterling’s resurrection. But inside the CEO’s office, the mood was anything but triumphant.
Skye paced in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her reflection ghostly against the city lights.
“It’s everywhere,” Julian said, scrolling through a tablet. “Twitter, Reddit, the tabloids. ‘The Cheater and the Wolf.’ They’re saying you were unfaithful to Liam while you were still married, playing the victim while sleeping your way to the top p>
He turned the screen around. A grainy photo showed Julian helping Skye out of a car at his estate. The angle was deliberate; it obscured Skye’s sickly condition from the detox and made Julian’s supportive arm look like a lover’s embrace.
Message from Noa: Hope you have a lovely day dear readers. God loves you and Noa wishes you all the best. (๑˃̵ᴗ p>