Chapter 667
Chapter 667:
Inside the villa, the scene was chaotic. Alistair had zip-tied Rook’s hands and feet. The mercenary glared at him from the floor.
“You’re good,” Rook spat.
“I’m better,” Alistair corrected, applying a tourniquet to the man’s leg wound. “You’ll live to stand trial p>
Tiffany White sat on the floor, crying into her ruined taffeta dress. Victoria Hayes stood over her, holding an ice pack to her own head.
“Stop crying,” Victoria snapped. “You almost married a terrorist. Consider this a bullet dodged. Literally p>
“He called me a cow,” Tiffany sobbed.
“Well, the dress didn’t help,” Victoria muttered.
Skye and Liam walked back into the ballroom, dragging a limping Lucian between them.
“Officer,” Skye called to the first detective entering the room, “I believe you’re looking for this man p>
The police swarmed. Lucian was handcuffed, read his rights, and dragged away. He didn’t look at Skye. He just stared at the floor, defeated.
“And him,” Skye said, pointing at Rook. “He’s wanted for assault and kidnapping p>
As the paramedics tended to Tiffany and Victoria, Skye walked over to Alistair.
“You okay?” she asked, noticing a cut on his cheek.
“Superficial,” Alistair said. “How is Tessa p>
“Safe,” Liam said. “She’s in the ambulance. The medics are flushing the sedatives out of her system p>
Skye let out a long breath, the adrenaline finally crashing. She leaned against Liam.
“We did it,” she whispered.
“We did.” Liam kissed the top of her head. “Let’s go home p>
As they walked out, Victoria called after them.
ո𝗼 і𝗻𝘁ruѕі𝘃𝗲 𝘢dѕ 𝗼n 𝗯е𝘭𝗻ov𝗲𝗹ѕ.𝘤о𝘮
“Hey! Are you leaving me here p>
Skye stopped. She looked at the woman who had once been her tormentor, now battered and muddy, standing in the ruins of a party she hadn’t been invited to.
“Get in the car, Victoria,” Skye said. “I’ll drop you at a better hotel p>
Victoria smirked, painful as it was. “Make it the Bellagio. And you’re paying p>
“Don’t push it,” Skye said, but she smiled.
The next morning, the police station was a hive of activity. The arrest of Lucian Graves and the exposure of Beatrice Hayes were the twin headlines dominating every news cycle.
Skye sat in the interrogation room, opposite a weeping Tiffany White and her lawyer. Alistair sat beside Skye, looking composed despite the events of the night before.
“My client was a victim,” the lawyer stated. “She was manipulated p>
“She was an accomplice to attempted fraud,” Skye countered. “She was about to sign over ten million dollars to a terrorist organization p>
“I didn’t know!” Tiffany sobbed. “I thought it was for charity p>
“Ignorance isn’t a defense,” Skye said, “but it is a mitigating factor.” She leaned forward. “I’m not interested in pressing charges against Tiffany for the assault with the knife. She was under duress p>