Chapter 102
Chapter 102:
Arthur stared at his son. He looked at the evidence. He looked at Alistair’s cold, dead eyes.
“Sign the papers, Arthur,” Alistair said. “Sign over the voting rights to Skye. Disown the boy. Or I hand this USB to the Triads in Macau. They are much less forgiving than the police p>
Arthur crumbled. He sat, took a pen, and signed the document with a shaking hand.
“Take him away,” Alistair ordered.
The police, who had been waiting in the lobby, were allowed in. They cuffed Victor. As he was dragged past Skye, he spat at her.
“You witch! You planned this p>
Alistair stepped forward and kicked Victor’s legs out from under him. Victor hit the floor hard.
“Watch your mouth,” Alistair said calmly. “She is under the protection of the Thorne family. You speak to her, you answer to me p>
Victor was hauled away.
Skye looked at the board members. “Any other objections p>
Silence.
“Good,” Skye said. “Meeting adjourned p>
Ten minutes later, Skye and Alistair were alone in the hallway.
Harper had gone to deal with the press.
“You were dramatic,” Skye said, looking up at him.
Alistair leaned down, placing his hands on the armrests of her wheelchair, trapping her. His face was inches from hers. He smelled of rain and gunpowder.
“I hate bullies,” Alistair said. “And he tried to hurt you. I don’t react well to people touching my things p>
“I’m not a thing, Alistair,” Skye whispered.
𝘊о𝗺𝗉𝘭𝘦𝗍𝘦 c𝘩a𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘴 on b𝖾.𝘤o𝗆
“No,” Alistair agreed. His gaze dropped to her lips, then returned to her eyes. “You are a queen. And queens need armies p>
He straightened. “I’ll take you home. To The Spire. It’s not safe here p>
Across town, in the hospital room, Liam Kensington watched the news.
The screen showed Alistair Thorne walking out of the Sterling building, pushing Skye’s wheelchair. He leaned down and whispered something to her. Skye smiled—a rare, genuine smile.
The headline crawled beneath: THORNE AND STERLING: AN ALLIANCE?
Liam stared at the screen. Jealousy was a physical pain, sharper than his broken leg.
“She’s with him,” Liam whispered. “She was with him the whole time p>
He ripped the IV out of his arm. Blood sprayed onto the sheets.
“Mr. Kensington!” A nurse rushed in. “What are you doing p>
“Get my clothes,” Liam snarled, trying to sit up. His leg screamed in agony, but he didn’t care. “I’m leaving p>
“Sir, you can’t walk,” the nurse insisted, pushing him back. “Your femur is fractured. You need to stay p>
Liam fell back against the pillows, panting as defeat washed over him. He couldn’t leave. He was trapped in this broken body, forced to watch his wife build an empire with another man.