Chapter 259 We arrived at a facility that looked more like a high-security research compound than a talent agency. Tall electrified fences hummed with low voltage. Cameras swiveled on every post, their lenses tracking the van’s movement with predatory precision. There were no dogs—just silent, uniformed guards with earpieces and

Chapter 258 I handed the contract back to him. Julian smirked. It wasn’t a nice smile. It was the smile of a man who had just acquired a very expensive, very dangerous toy. “Welcome to hell, Skye,” he whispered as the car dipped into the underground garage of Vance Media.

Chapter 257 “You think this is about money?” I let out a laugh with no humor in it—dry, hollow. “You think you can buy your way back into my life?” “I’m trying to save you!” Liam insisted, his voice rising, hysteria edging into his tone. “This industry… Vance… they will

Chapter 256 “Let him,” I said. I touched the black diamond ring on the chain around my neck. “I’m not going as the victim tonight. I’m going as the executioner.” “And how do you plan on getting close enough to snatch a necklace off a Thorne?” I smiled. It was

Chapter 255 My phone buzzed again. It was Ms. Davies. Ms. Sterling. We found him. The forger. The Ghost. I sat up. The pain in my cheek throbbed, but the adrenaline was stronger. “Where is he?” I typed back. A basement in Queens. He’s packing to leave. “Stall him,” I

Chapter 254 Dominic stood up. “Are you insane?” Liam grabbed a crystal decanter from the bar and smashed it over the head of the second guard. He fought like a madman. No technique. Just pure, unadulterated rage. He took a punch to the ribs, but he didn’t feel it. He

Chapter 253 Beatrice gasped. “What did you say to me?” “I said shut up!” Liam roared. He grabbed Beatrice’s arm. “Look at her! Look what your precious ally did! They hit her, Grandmother! They hit Skye!” “She is a liability!” Beatrice shrieked. “You are the liability!” Liam shouted back. “You

Chapter 251 Alistair grinned. It was the grin of a wolf. “I’ll drive.” The venue for the “Welcome Home” party was a private club in Manhattan—the kind that didn’t have a sign, just a heavy brass door and a list of names that controlled half the world’s GDP. I arrived

Chapter 250 “I need to stand on my own two feet first,” I said. “I need to bury Liam and Seraphina with my own hands. When I come to you… I want to come as an equal. Not a rescue case.” Alistair stared at me for a long moment. Then

Chapter 249 “I love you!” he shouted. “Doesn’t that matter?” “No,” a deep voice said from the doorway. We both turned. Alistair Thorne stood there. He wore a long black trench coat, raindrops glistening on his shoulders. He looked like a dark god who had descended to earth to claim

Chapter 248 “We won’t sign,” Zhang spat. “We’ll sue.” “Go ahead,” I said. “Litigation takes years. The banks will foreclose by Friday.” I signaled to Ms. Davies. She slid a single sheet of paper to each man. “What is this?” Zhang asked. “A buyout offer,” I said. “I am offering

Chapter 247 I stared at the name. Liam Kensington. He had watched it. He knew the tide had turned. I answered. “What do you want?” “Skye,” Liam’s voice was frantic. “I saw the stream. My God, I didn’t know they were that bad. Are you okay? I can come over.

Chapter 246 “Unbelievable,” Harper growled. “Look at the comments. People are buying it! They’re calling you a monster.” I sipped my espresso. It was hot, bitter, perfect. “Patience, Harper.” “They’re getting sympathy donations!” Harper pointed at the screen. “Someone just sent a Super Chat for five hundred dollars.” “Let the

Chapter 245 The agents were moving toward Victor. “Check him too,” I told the lead agent. “He’s a signatory on the shell accounts.” “Hey! Get off me!” Victor shouted as he was slammed against the wall and cuffed. The jewelry box fell from his hands, spilling emeralds across the dusty

Chapter 244 I reached into my bag and pulled out a thick stack of paper. I tossed it onto the coffee table. It landed with a heavy slap. “Bank of George Town. Account number 774-902. Beneficiary: Arthur Sterling. Date: yesterday.” Arthur lunged for the papers. He flipped through them, his

Chapter 243 The gates opened automatically for the car. They still thought I was the obedient little girl coming to beg for a truce. The car crunched over the gravel driveway. I looked out the window. No one in the garden. The front door was slightly ajar. A pile of

Chapter 242 There it was. She had been assigned to the blood bank transport unit that night. She had the keys. She had access to the inventory logs. I pulled up her medical file from the prison records I had hacked days ago. Blood type: A positive. She didn’t need

Chapter 241 She had allies. She had secrets. And tomorrow, she was going to war. Sleep, when it finally came, was not a mercy. It was a trap. I was back in the hospital. The smell of antiseptic was so strong I could taste it—metallic and sharp, like licking a

Chapter 240 He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the leg of the desk. “The Vance curse. We don’t die of old age. We die because our bodies forget how to survive, and our minds shatter from the fear of it.” A pang tightened Skye’s chest. In her

Chapter 239 “Julian!” Skye rushed to him, dropping to her knees. His skin was clammy, cold sweat soaking through his silk shirt. His eyes were wide, fixed on the ceiling, seeing nothing but the lack of air. His lungs were failing him—fluid rising, drowning him on dry land. He couldn’t