Chapter 47
Chapter 47:
“So this is where you spend your time?” Liam shouted, his voice echoing through the elegant room. “Selling my family out to a gangster p>
The music stopped. Every head turned.
“Lower your voice, Liam,” Skye said coldly. “You’re making a scene p>
“I’m making a scene?” Liam laughed, a hysterical sound. “You’re sitting here with him! Letting him touch you! Are you sleeping with him? Is that how you paid for the apartment p>
Skye stood up. Her face was pale with rage. “How dare you p>
“I dare!” Liam grabbed her wrist. “You’re coming with me. Now p>
Alistair stood. He moved slowly, unfolding his height until he towered over Liam. He placed a hand on Liam’s chest. He didn’t push. He just held it there.
A wall.
“Let her go, Kensington,” Alistair said. His voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of a death sentence.
“Or what?” Liam sneered. “You’ll kill me? Like you killed p>
“Or I’ll drown you myself p>
The voice came from Skye.
She snatched the silver pitcher of ice water from the center of the table. Before Liam could react, she threw its contents directly into his face.
SPLASH!
Liam gasped as ice cubes smacked his cheek and water drenched his expensive Italian suit. He sputtered, blinded, and released Skye’s wrist. The room fell dead silent.
Skye slammed the empty pitcher onto the table with a resounding clang.
“You are pathetic,” Skye declared, her voice ringing with terrifying clarity. She pointed a manicured finger at Liam. “Cheating on your wife with that… that polyester Barbie doll over there”—she gestured toward Seraphina, cowering behind a potted plant—”and then having the audacity to accuse her of infidelity because she’s having a business meeting p>
Liam wiped water from his eyes. He stared at Skye, stunned. “Skye p>
𝖶e𝖾𝘬lу 𝗿𝖾l𝘦a𝘀е𝘀 𝗈ո 𝗯𝖾𝘭ո𝗼𝘃𝖾lѕ.𝖼𝗼m
“I’m sick of men like you,” Skye spat. “Thinking you own me. Thinking you can drag me around like property p>
She turned to Alistair. “I’m sorry about the mess p>
Alistair chuckled. It was a deep, appreciative sound. “I’ve seen worse. He looks better wet. Less… flammable p>
Security arrived, flanking Liam. “Sir, we’re going to have to ask you to leave p>
Liam looked around. He saw phones recording. He saw judgment in the eyes of the elite. He saw Seraphina trying to slip out a side door.
Then he looked back at Skye. She was standing beside Alistair. A united front.
He felt small. Humiliated.
“This isn’t over,” Liam muttered.
He turned and stormed out, his wet shoes squelching on the carpet.
Skye sat back down, her hands trembling slightly. She signaled to the waiter.
“Tequila. Three shots. And bring a towel for the floor p>
She looked at Alistair. “So. What are we building p>