Chapter 100
Chapter 100:
Skye’s hand dropped to her side.
“Let him believe it,” she whispered to the empty hallway. “Let him hate me. It will make the ending easier p>
She turned and walked away. With every step, Skye Kensington died a little more.
She returned to her room. A man in a sharp suit was waiting. It wasn’t Secretary Lee. It was Mr. Vance, one of Alistair’s top operatives. He looked nervous.
“Miss Sterling,” Vance said. He handed her a folder. “The forensic report on your car. The brake lines were cut. And the police found the truck. It was stolen, but they found fingerprints on the steering wheel. Victor Sterling p>
“I know,” Skye said. She took the folder. “Release it p>
Vance blinked. “Release it to the police p>
“To the police. And to the press. Leak the report. ‘Sterling Scion Attempts Murder of Cousin.’ Make sure the photos of the crash are high resolution p>
“Madam,” Vance hesitated. “This will tank the Sterling stock. And Kensington Global will take a hit by association p>
“Good,” Skye said. She walked to the closet and pulled out the clothes Harper had brought her. Jeans. A leather jacket. Boots. Armor. “When the stock hits bottom, we buy. Use the Oracle funds. Buy every share of Sterling Media that panics p>
“Yes, ma’am.” Vance looked at her with a mix of fear and awe.
The door burst open. Harper Quinn rushed in, her hair a mess.
“Skye!” Harper grabbed her face. “You’re alive! I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill Liam. I’m going to burn this city down p>
“Save the matches,” Skye said calmly. “We need them for the bridges p>
“I saw Seraphina,” Harper spat. “She’s playing the grieving wife in the waiting room. Telling reporters she’s praying for ‘our’ Liam. It’s disgusting p>
“It’s perfect,” Skye said. She zipped up her jacket. “Let her play the wife. Let her have the burden. I’m done p>
“Where are you going?” Harper asked as Skye picked up her bag.
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝗋 𝘥і𝗴і𝘁𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝖻𝘳𝖺𝘳𝗒 𝗼𝘯 𝗯е𝘭ո𝘰𝘃e𝘭𝘀.𝘤om
“I’m going to work,” Skye said. “I have a company to take over p>
She walked out of the hospital. The air outside was cold and fresh. She took a deep breath.
Liam was alive. He had saved her. That debt was heavy, but his betrayal in the ICU—his acceptance of Seraphina’s lie—balanced the ledger.
She hailed a taxi. As she watched the hospital recede in the rear window, she made a vow.
Skye Kensington was the woman who waited. Skye Sterling was the woman who conquered. And the conquest began now.
The headline hit the internet like a bomb: STERLING CIVIL WAR: ATTEMPTED MURDER ON THE COASTAL HIGHWAY.
By 9:00 a.m., Sterling Media stock had dropped 15%. By 10:00 a.m., police cars were swarming the Sterling Estate, sirens wailing.
Inside the Sterling Media boardroom, the air was stale with panic. Uncle Arthur sat at the head of the table, sweating through his suit. The other board members shouted over one another.
“Is it true p>
“Did Victor really try to kill her p>