Chapter 215
Minutes later, Harper replied.
Harper: On it. But Skpye… turn on the news
Skye grabbed the remote and turned on the TV mounted on the wall.
The screen showed breaking news. A reporter stood in the rain outside the old mill.
“Breaking news Billionaire Liam Kensington wanted for questioning in the brutal assalt of his cousin-in-law. Meanwhile, rumors swirl about Alistair Thorne’s secret engagement to shipping hair Victoria Hay, who was discharged from a private clinic in Switzerland late yesterday.”
The
flashed a photo of Alistair at the airport. It was grainy, clearly taken with a long lens. He was greeting a woman. She was blonde, fragile, and beatiful. She was clinging to him. The timestamp in the corner read: Two Days Ago
Skye felt the blood drain from her face.
“Family matter,” she whispered.
She stared at the photo, Alistair looked… protective. The same way he looked at her.
The door opened. A nur walked in to check Arthur’s vitals.
“Ms. Sterling? tot.”
“I’m fine,” Skyw said, her eyes glad to the scre
She wasn’t fine. She had just survived a kidnapping, a drugging, and an ult. But wing Alistair with another woman hurt more than any of it.
“I need to leave,” Skye said, standing.
“You can’t,” the mare said. “You’re on observation.”
“Watch me,” Skyw said.
She grabbed her purse. She checked Arthur one last time. He was stable.
She walked out of the room. Two of Alistair’s massive bodyguards stepped in front of her, blocking the hallway.
“Ms. Sterling,” the lead guard said firmly. “Mr. Thorne gave strict orders. You are to remain in the screwing.” All your favorite ones.com
“Mr. Thorne is busy with his fiancée,” Skye snapped, her eyes flashing dangerously. “And unless you plan on physically restraining me in a public hospital-which would look excellent on the morning news-you will move.”
The guards changed a look. They knew Alistair’s temper, but they also saw the resolve in Sky’
“We can’t let you go unprotected,” the guard compromised. “We will escort you. But we advise against leaving.”
“Take me to my apartment,” Skyw ordered, stepping past them. “Secure the perimeter there. I won’t stay in this hospital another minute.”
She stepped into the elevator, the guards trailing her like reluctant shadows. As the doors closed, she made a vom.
She would not be the other woman. Not again.
Skye’s apartment-the one she had bought secretly through a shell company linked to Oracle Holdings—was cold and empty. It was a stark contrast to the warmth of Alistair’s prance, but right now, the cold felt safer.
She threw her purse onto the counter and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The rain had stopped, leaving the city glistening and treacherous,