Chapter 88
Chapter 88:
She raised it and snapped a photo of her own neck.
The flash illuminated the cab. It showed the red, angry finger marks beginning to bruise on her pale skin.
“What are you doing?” Liam whispered, horrified.
“Evidence,” Skye croaked. Her voice was wrecked. “For the police. For Beatrice. For the world p>
“Skye, please. I lost control. I love you. You know I love you p>
Skye looked at him. Her eyes were dry.
“You don’t love me, Liam,” she whispered. “You just hate losing p>
The car screeched to a halt at The Spire. Liam had ordered the driver to take her home, panic setting in. He couldn’t have her body on his hands. He needed her to be silent.
“Unlock the door,” Skye said.
“Skye, wait— I p>
“Unlock it p>
The locks clicked.
Skye tumbled out of the car. She fell onto the pavement, gasping.
Felix’s Bentley screeched to a halt at the curb, tires smoking. He was out of the car before it fully stopped, his hand reaching inside his jacket for a weapon.
“Madam!” Felix roared, rushing to her side.
Skye put up a hand. “Let him go, Felix p>
“He hurt you.” Felix stared at the sedan, his eyes murderous.
“Let him go,” Skye repeated, her voice raspy. “He just gave me the keys to the kingdom p>
She watched the sedan drive away, disappearing into the night like a bad dream. She touched her throat. It hurt. It hurt like hell.
But as she looked up at the penthouse, where the lights were on, she smiled.
𝖨𝗻𝘴𝗍аn𝘁 аcс𝘦𝗌s 𝘰𝗻 𝖻𝗲lոо𝘃𝖾𝗅𝘀.с𝗼𝘮
It was over. The last thread of guilt was severed.
She walked into the building, leaving Mrs. Liam Kensington on the pavement.
Only Skye Sterling walked into the elevator.
The next morning, the sun rose over a battlefield.
Skye sat in the kitchen of The Spire, holding a bag of frozen peas to her neck. The bruises had bloomed overnight—dark, ugly purple marks that looked like a collar.
The doorbell rang.
It was Harper. She took one look at Skye and dropped her purse.
“Oh my God,” Harper breathed. She ran over, tilting Skye’s chin up. “He did this? Liam did this p>
Skye nodded. “Last night p>
“I’m calling the police,” Harper said, pulling out her phone. “I’m calling the cops, I’m calling my brothers, I’m calling everyone p>
“No police,” Skye said. “Not yet. I need to serve him first p>
“Serve him?” Harper screamed. “Skye, he tried to kill you p>
“He tried to own me,” Skye corrected. “There’s a difference. And if I call the police now, he gets bail. He plays the victim. I need to destroy him completely first p>