Chapter 114The hospital café sat empty at 2 AM, its harsh fluorescent lights casting an unnatural glow across the plastic tables. Camille stared into her untouched coffee, watching ripples form each time she trembled. Outside, rain pattered against the windows, blurring the city lights into smears of color.Alexander slid into the seat across from her, setting down two fresh cups. The scent of strong espresso cut through the antiseptic hospital smell."You haven't slept," he said. Not a question.Camille shook her head. She hadn't changed clothes either, still wearing the navy suit from her meeting with Victoria's lawyer twelve hours ago. The folder of handwritten notes sat on the table between them, untouched. She couldn't bring herself to read Victoria's words yet."They're prepping her for surgery now," she said, her voice raw from hours of silence. "Four hours, they said. Maybe five."Alexander nodded, watching her face. His own showed signs of fatigue, the shadows beneath his ey
Chapter 115Camille followed the doctor down the sterile corridor, each step echoing against the polished floor. Alexander walked beside her, his presence steadying as the world seemed to tilt beneath her feet. The hospital's antiseptic smell burned her nostrils, mingling with the lingering scent of coffee on her breath."Is she..." Camille couldn't finish the question, fear clogging her throat.The doctor glanced back, his face unreadable beneath his surgical mask. "The chief surgeon will explain everything."They turned a corner into a small consultation room where Dr. Lin, Victoria's lead surgeon, stood washing her hands. She turned as they entered, pulling down her mask. Exhaustion lined her face, but her eyes held a clarity that made Camille's heart leap."The surgery was successful," Dr. Lin said without preamble.The words hit Camille like a physical force. She reached for the wall to steady herself, her knees suddenly weak. Alexander's arm came around her waist, supporting her
Chapter 116The yacht cut through the water, leaving a trail of white foam in its wake. Camille stood at the railing, wind whipping her hair across her face as the Manhattan skyline receded behind them. For the first time in weeks, the constant hum of tension in her shoulders began to ease.Three days had passed since Victoria's surgery. Three days of Camille dividing her time between the hospital and the office, maintaining the fiction that Victoria was simply recovering from exhaustion while privately overseeing her medical care. The doctors reported steady improvement, Victoria Kane fighting her way back to health with the same determination she applied to everything else in her life."Penny for your thoughts?"Camille turned to find Alexander approaching, two glasses of wine in hand. He had changed from his usual impeccable suit into jeans and a simple white linen shirt that billowed slightly in the breeze. The casual attire transformed him from corporate titan to something else e
Chapter 117The Kane Industries conference center buzzed with tension as stockholders filed into the auditorium. Camille watched from the wings, studying the anxious faces of investors and board members gathering for the emergency meeting.Hannah Zhao approached with a tablet. "Everything's running perfectly. All Grid systems nominal.""And the independent assessment?" Camille asked."Just arrived." Hannah handed her a sealed envelope. "The Grid exceeds every safety parameter by significant margins."Camille nodded, scanning the room again. "Is Herod here?""Fifth row center, moving toward the front."She spotted him, confident and poised as he greeted several board members. The stage manager appeared, signaling they were ready.Camille straightened Victoria's midnight blue jacket, tailored to fit her perfectly. Wearing it felt like carrying a piece of Victoria's strength."He wants you to lose your temper," Hannah reminded her. "To appear emotional, unstable.""I know exactly what he
Chapter 118Rose stared at the laptop screen, a smile spreading across her face as she scrolled through the photographs. The yacht had been easy to find once Herod's investigators had traced Alexander's movements. Getting someone with a telephoto lens onto a nearby boat had been even easier."Perfect," she whispered, zooming in on a particularly intimate image of Camille and Alexander on the deck of his yacht. Her sister, not that she deserved that title anymore, locked in an embrace with the billionaire, their kiss leaving nothing to the imagination.The penthouse suite Herod had secured for her sparkled with morning light, illuminating dozens of photos and documents spread across the glass table. Three empty coffee cups testified to her sleepless night of preparation.Her phone buzzed. Herod."Are you watching the financial news?" he asked without preamble."No," Rose replied, still scrolling through the photos. "I've been busy with our little project.""Kane Industries stock jumped
Chapter 119The Kane Industries executive suite had transformed into a war room. Phones rang without pause. Screens displayed financial tickers bleeding red. In the center of the chaos stood Camille, her face a mask of calm."They're calling from everywhere," Hannah said, covering her phone. "Forbes, CNN, MSNBC. They all want a statement about the photos."Camille stared at the largest screen showing the New York Spectator's website with her and Alexander's private moment splashed across it. Their embrace on his yacht, now public property."Who leaked these?" she asked, her voice controlled despite the violation she felt."We're working on it," said Michael Chen, head of security. "The metadata suggests they were taken three days ago on Mr. Pierce's yacht."Camille's fingers tightened around her coffee cup. Three days ago. The afternoon she had allowed herself a few hours of peace. The first time she had felt truly alive since Victoria's collapse.Her phone buzzed. Alexander.*I'm dow
Chapter 120:Lights flashed like lightning as Camille and Alexander stepped onto the small stage set up in the Kane Industries media room. The wall behind them displayed both company logos side by side, a visual statement before either of them spoke a word. Dozens of reporters filled the seats, their faces hungry for drama, for weakness, for any hint of shame they could exploit.Camille wore a deep blue dress that matched Alexander's tie, another deliberate choice. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but her face remained calm, poised. Only Alexander could feel the slight tremor in her hand as he helped her to the podium."Thank you all for coming on such short notice," she began, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. "I know there has been considerable speculation today regarding my relationship with Alexander Pierce following the publication of certain photographs."The cameras clicked furiously. In the front row, she spotted Malcolm Reed from the New York Spectator, the m
Chapter 121Rose hurled the crystal glass across the penthouse. It shattered against the wall in a spray of liquid and glittering shards. On the television screen, Camille and Alexander stood side by side at their press conference, hands joined, faces composed, turning what should have been their greatest humiliation into a triumph."How?" Rose screamed at the screen. "How is this happening?"She grabbed the remote, increasing the volume to hear her sister's voice, calm, dignified, unashamed: *"Yes, Alexander Pierce and I are in a relationship. It began recently, but it is genuine and important to both of us."*Genuine. Important. The words burned in Rose's ears like acid. This was not how it was supposed to go. Camille should have been destroyed by this exposure, her reputation in tatters, her position at Kane Industries compromised. Instead, she stood there with perfect poise, Alexander at her side, accepting no blame, showing no weakness.Rose grabbed another glass, ready to send i
Chapter 146Pain came first. A deep, burning ache in his chest that seemed to pulse with each heartbeat. Then sounds filtered in, the steady beep of machines, the squeak of rubber-soled shoes on linoleum, hushed voices just beyond his reach.Herod Preston opened his eyes.The hospital room swam into focus slowly. White ceiling. Blue curtains. Clear tubes running into his arms. And a man in a dark suit sitting beside his bed, watching him with tired eyes."Mr. Preston," the man said, leaning forward. "I'm Special Agent Morgan with the FBI. Can you hear me?"Herod tried to speak, but his throat felt like sandpaper. A nurse appeared, holding a small cup of water with a straw. He sipped, the cool liquid both painful and soothing as it went down."Yes," he managed finally, his voice a raspy whisper. "I hear you."Agent Morgan nodded to someone Herod couldn't see. A woman stepped into view, also in a dark suit. "Agent Chen," she introduced herself. "You've been unconscious for four days, Mr
Chapter 145Rose paced the tiny motel room, her expensive boots wearing a path in the cheap carpet. The walls closed in on her, yellow from decades of cigarette smoke, spotted with water stains. How had it come to this? She, Rose Lewis, hiding in this filthy place while her sister lived in luxury.The TV blared the noon news. Rose turned up the volume when she heard the words "Kane Industries.""The annual Phoenix Foundation charity gala will proceed as planned this Friday night, despite recent security concerns," the reporter announced. "Camille Kane released a statement today confirming that the event, which raises funds for the Children's Hospital, will not be postponed."The camera cut to Camille standing at a podium, looking confident and polished. "We refuse to let fear dictate our actions," she said, her voice strong. "The children who benefit from this gala need our support now more than ever."Rose hurled her coffee mug at the TV screen. It shattered, coffee splashing across
Chapter 144Camille stood at the window of her office, a cup of coffee cooling in her hands as she watched the city below. The Phoenix Grid had fully recovered from the bombings, with the repairs finished ahead of schedule. In two days, Kane Industries would host its annual charity gala, celebrating both the Grid's success and raising money for the children's hospital. Everything was going according to plan.Until Alexander Pierce walked in, his face grim."We need to talk," he said, closing the door behind him.Something in his voice made Camille's stomach tighten. She set down her coffee cup. "What happened?"Alexander loosened his tie, a gesture he only made when upset. "Herod Preston was shot three times in a motel room yesterday. He'd called the FBI to turn himself in, but before they got there, someone tried to kill him.""Rose," Camille said immediately. It wasn't a question.Alexander nodded. "The motel room was registered under her name. She escaped through the bathroom windo
Chapter 143Rose ran across the motel parking lot, her mind racing faster than her feet. The worn soles of her expensive shoes slapped against cracked asphalt as panic clawed at her chest. Herod was going to tell the FBI everything. Her plan, her revenge, her future, all of it would crumble if he talked.She reached her car, not her car, really, but one of Herod's cars. Her hands shook as she fumbled with the keys. The recorder. The damned recorder he'd shown her. How long had he been recording their conversations? What exactly had she said?Rose stopped, the key halfway to the lock. She couldn't run. Not yet. Not while Herod sat in that motel room with a phone pressed to his ear, her name on his lips, and evidence of her crimes in his pocket.In the distance, sirens wailed. Still far away, but coming closer.Rose looked back at Room 17, its faded blue door visible from where she stood. Behind that door sat the man who could destroy everything she'd built. Everything she'd sacrificed
Chapter 142The morning news blared from the small TV in their latest hideout, a run-down motel on the outskirts of the city. Herod sat on the edge of the bed, watching his own face flash across the screen. The reporter's voice filled the cramped room."Federal authorities have issued an arrest warrant for Herod Preston, naming him as the primary suspect in the Phoenix Grid bombings. Officials cite overwhelming evidence found in Preston's apartment, including detailed plans and materials matching those used in the attacks."Rose emerged from the bathroom, her wet hair wrapped in a towel. "Turn that off," she snapped. "We already know what they're saying."Herod didn't move. His eyes remained fixed on the screen as the reporter continued."Sources close to the investigation reveal Preston had a long-standing grudge against Victoria Kane, whose company developed the Phoenix Grid. If convicted, Preston faces terrorism charges that could carry multiple life sentences without possibility o
Chapter 141Victoria Kane stared at the medical report on her desk, the words blurring as her eyes filled with unwanted tears. The cancer had spread faster than expected. Six months, maybe less, was all the time she had left. She pushed the papers away and stood to look out her office window.Her own reflection stared back at her, thinner now, her face pale and drawn from the treatments that weren't working. The doctor had suggested stopping them, focusing instead on comfort measures. "Quality of life over quantity," he'd said gently.Victoria had walked out without answering. Quality wasn't enough. She needed time. Time to secure Camille's future. Time to make sure her daughter by choice would be protected when Victoria was gone.Her assistant's voice came through the intercom. "Mrs. Lewis has arrived."Victoria straightened her jacket, checked her reflection once more, and squared her shoulders. No one, not even Margaret Lewis, would see her weakness today."Send her in."Margaret L
Chapter 140Herod's phone rang at 3:17 AM. The cheap motel room was dark except for the blue light of his burner phone cutting through the blackness. He squinted at the screen. Unknown number. His finger hovered over the decline button, but something made him answer."Hello?""They found everything." The voice on the other end was hushed, stressed. Derek Martinez, his contact at the FBI. "Your business card in the wreckage. Your fingerprints on the detonator parts. Plans for the bombings in your apartment."Herod sat up, suddenly wide awake. "What plans? I never kept anything in the apartment.""Well, someone did. Blueprints of the substations. Notebooks with blast calculations. A journal talking about your hatred for Victoria Kane.""That's impossible. I never wrote any journal." Herod's mouth went dry. "What else?""Your emails. Detailing everything. The FBI has enough to lock you away forever." Martinez paused. "I'm risking everything telling you this. My career, my freedom.""I ap
Chapter 139Special Agent Diana Chen ducked under the yellow tape surrounding what remained of Substation 12. The smell of burnt metal and melted plastic filled her nose. Five days after the explosion, the site still smoldered in places. FBI evidence techs in white suits moved through the wreckage, marking and collecting anything that might help identify who had done this."What do we have so far?" her partner, Agent Trent Morgan, asked as he joined her, notebook in hand.Chen pointed to a corner where three techs huddled around something. "They found pieces of the detonator. Military grade, just like at Substation 8.""So we're looking at the same person for both bombings," Morgan said, scribbling in his notebook."It gets better." Chen led him toward a table where collected evidence sat in clear plastic bags. She picked up one containing a twisted piece of metal. "Look at this."Morgan squinted at the bag. "Is that a business card?""What's left of one." Chen nodded. "Fire damaged i
Chapter 138Rain pounded against the windows of Pierce Tower as Alexander pored over security reports. Three days had passed since the Phoenix Grid attacks, and the constant worry had etched new lines around his eyes. His phone buzzed. Unknown number. He almost ignored it."Pierce.""I need to see you." A male voice, quiet but urgent. "It's about Camille. And Rose."Alexander stiffened. "Who is this?""Stefan Rodriguez."The name sent a surge of anger through Alexander. His grip tightened on the phone. "You have nothing I want to hear.""Please," Stefan's voice cracked. "Rose has contacted people, dangerous people. Camille is in danger."Alexander checked his watch. "The Plaza Hotel. Thirty minutes. Come alone."He ended the call, his thoughts churning. Stefan Rodriguez, the man who had broken Camille's heart, who had chosen Rose over her. His instinct screamed to ignore him. But if there was even a tiny chance Camille was in danger...Alexander made another call. "Double security on