Chapter 220
“He loves me!” Victoria’s voice rows, attracting attention. “Alistair lovemet He saved m
Suddenly, Victoria dropped her gs. It shattered on the floor. She fell to her knew, right there in the middle of the ballroom. She grabbed the hem of Skyw’s gold dres
“Please!” Victoria wailed, loud enough for the whole room to hear. “Panow don’t take him! I’ll die without him! Please, Sky, you have verything! Lam, Alistair!”
The room went silent. Everyone stared. It was the perfect performance of the victim.
Liam rushed over from the VIP box, flanked by his legal team.
“Sky! What are you doing to her?”
He helped Victoria up, glaring at Skyw. “Can’t you saw she’s fragile? Do you have to bully everyone?”
Skye looked at them. The abuser and the manipulator. A match made in hell. But Skyw knew the script now. Alistair pushed through the crowd. “Victoria, get up.”
“She hates me!” Victoria sobbed into Liam’s chest. “She told me I should just diet”
“I said nothing of the sort,” Skyw said calmly. She looked at the crowd. “But since we have an audience…”
Shpalled out her phone and tapped the screen. The large projector behind the stage-ment for the film trailer-flickered.
“What are you doing?” Liam demanded.
“Showing the trailer,” Skye said.
The lit up. It
It wasn’t a movie.
It was security footage-not from a phone, but from the high-definition camera inside Victoria’s hotel suite, hacked by Harper directly from the hotel’s cloud server. It showed Victoria Hayes pacing the room, phone to her ear, looking anything but fragile.
“I don’t care about the treatment!” Victoria’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding, “I need to be out by Friday! Alistair is alipping away! if i have to fake another attempt, I will! Get the pills ready!”
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The crowd gasped.
Victoria stopped crying instantly. She stared at the screen, her face going pale. Skye watched her clowly. Was this part of the cover? Or was Skyw blowing it up?
The video cut to another clip: Victoria talking to Liamarlier that day.
“We destroy her reputation at the gala. I play the victim, you play the hero. Then Alistair will have to choose out of pity. And you get the Hays money”
Liam looked at the screen, then at Skyw. “Where did you get that?”
“I own the security company you hired for this event,” Skyw said, sipping her champagne. “You really should check the vendor list, Liam. Sterling Security. It’s a
diary.”
She turned to Victoria. “Get off the floor. You’re ruining the dress.”
Victoria stood up, her mask shattered. She looked at Alistair. Her eyes weren’t crazy anymore, they were calculating. She had been exposed, and in doing so, Skyw had saved Liam’s trust in her.