Bad Move, Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob… Now Your Queen Runs It Novel

Chapter 13 The doctor noted the reaction and, while redressing Skylar's wounds, said to Everett, "Mr. Wilder, keep talking to her. But remember-do not mention anything about what she's been through. Talk about the past. Reminisce." Everett nodded, tightening his grip on Skylar's hand as he spoke softly. "Sky, do you remember those little clay figurines you made for me? Two little people, one big and one small, holding hands. I still have them on my desk." "When you gave them to me, you said it was us.

You said you wanted to stay with your uncle forever, and that when you grew up, you'd make enough money to take me on a trip around the world." "I'm still waiting for that trip, Sky. So please, wake up for me. Okay?" Everett continued to whisper stories of their shared past into her ear. Skylar's breathing began to level out, and her fingers instinctively squeezed back. A flash of hope and joy sparked in Everett's eyes. But a second later, Skylar began to thrash her head violently, letting out a guttural scream. "No! Uncle, please don't send me away!

I didn't pour it on Thalia-she did it to herself!" "Uncle, I swear I didn't do it... I don't want to 'learn manners.' Just let me go! I'll go back to the Jefferson house and never show my face to you again..." She repeated the words like a frantic prayer. they had just achieved vanished, replaced by a fresh wave of agony. rett froze. He struggled to process the weight of what she was saying. If she really hadn't done it... if he had sent her to that living hell in the name of "discipline" without even asking for her side of the story...

Everett stood there, paralyzed by a dawning horror he couldn't face. Skylar's vitals began to plummet once more. The medical team shoved Everett aside, rushing to stabilize her. "Sedatives! Antibiotics! The wounds are festering again..." Watching the chaotic scramble to save her life, Everett felt a cold, unfamiliar sense of dread. He couldn't bear to watch any longer and bolted from the room. ment Everett stepped out, Soren lunged, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall. screams had been loud enough for everyone in the hallway to hear every word. Soren was reeling.

All of this... over a glass of juice? Everett had sent her to that hellscape for nothing. 11:12 Bad Move, Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob... Now Your Queen Runs It. 63.2% The rage boiling in his chest exploded. He rained down punch after punch on Everett. "You bastard! Everett Wilder! If you wanted to get married and be done with her, you could have just sent her back to us! Why did you send her to the Border?!" Soren's fists were relentless, but Everett didn't even try to block them. Finally, Everett's mother couldn't watch anymore and stepped in. "That's enough, Soren.

For the sake of all the years we raised her, stop." "I will go back and find out the truth. If it really happened the way Skylar said, I will personally hand Thalia over to you to do as you wish..." "Mom." Everett cut his mother off. He stood up and wiped the blood from his lip. "Stay out of this. I'll handle it." Meeting the glares of the Jefferson men, Everett spoke with terrifying clarity. "Rest assured, I will not protect anyone this time. If my actions led to her being broken like this, I will accept any punishment.

Even death." With that, he turned and marched away with his security detail. The moment he was outside the villa, he barked orders to his guards. "Tell Sam to pull every second of security footage from the estate from a month ago. I want the footage from Juarez and Golden Branch, too. Everything related to Skylar. Have it organized and on my desk immediately." The guard nodded. "On it, Mr. Wilder." (0) 004 (0) Bad Move, Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob... Now Your Queen Runs It. 65.8% admin