Semua Bab SCORNED EX WIFE : Queen Of Ashes: Bab 201 - Bab 210

Chapter 201Victoria Kane stood at the head of the Kane Industries boardroom, her hands gripping the mahogany table harder than she wanted to admit. The last three days had been hell. Stock prices dropping. Investors pulling out. Emergency meetings that stretched into the early morning hours.And now Camille wasn't answering her calls."Ma'am, the Henderson Group is demanding answers about the security breach," said Marcus Webb, her chief financial officer. Dark circles ringed his eyes. "They're threatening to withdraw their investment entirely."Victoria nodded, but the movement made her head spin. The cancer treatments had been going well, but the stress of the corporate crisis was undoing months of progress. Her body felt like it was fighting two wars at once."Schedule a call with Henderson's board," she said, her voice hoarser than usual. "Tomorrow morning. I'll speak to them personally.""Actually, ma'am," Webb continued, his face grim, "they want to meet today. In two hours."V

Chapter 203Alexander Pierce stood in his empty penthouse, staring at the financial news ticker scrolling across his wall-mounted screen. Kane Industries stock had not only recovered from its morning crash but was now trading higher than before Victoria's collapse. His carefully orchestrated attack had been completely neutralized in a matter of hours.His hands trembled with rage as he gripped his phone, watching the numbers climb steadily upward. Months of planning. Months of gathering evidence, building his case, positioning himself for the perfect strike. All of it undone by a few phone calls from powerful men he'd never even considered.The penthouse felt cavernous around him. Camille's belongings were gone, taken during his brief absence yesterday. Her books, her clothes, her coffee mug from the kitchen counter - every trace of their life together had been erased. The silence pressed against him like a physical weight.His phone buzzed with an encrypted message: *Meeting tonight.

Chapter 205Victoria's eyes opened slowly in the hospital room, focusing on Camille's face for the first time in three days. The machines around her bed beeped steadily, marking the rhythm of her recovery. Her skin still looked pale against the white pillows, but the dangerous gray color was gone."How long was I out?" Victoria's voice was barely a whisper.Camille squeezed her hand gently. "Three days. You scared us all.""The company?""Stable. Dad and Uncle Eduardo helped with the stock crisis. We're okay for now."Victoria tried to sit up, wincing at the effort. "There's something I need to tell you. About Alexander's accusations. About what really happened fifteen years ago.""You don't need to explain anything right now. Just focus on getting better.""No." Victoria's grip on Camille's hand tightened. "If Alexander is spreading lies about Meridian Technologies, you need to know the truth. All of it."Dr. Martinez appeared in the doorway, checking Victoria's chart. "Mrs. Kane, it

Chapter 207Stefan crouched behind a rusted shipping container at Pier 47, his breath forming small clouds in the cold night air. The abandoned waterfront stretched out before him like a graveyard of industrial dreams - broken concrete, twisted metal, and the constant sound of water lapping against rotting wooden posts.His phone showed 11:58 PM. Alexander would arrive any moment for his meeting with the mysterious Guardian. Stefan adjusted the small camera he'd positioned to record whatever happened, making sure the night vision lens had a clear view of the meeting spot.Footsteps echoed across the empty pier. Stefan pressed himself lower behind the container, watching as Alexander's familiar figure appeared under a flickering streetlight. Even from this distance, Stefan could see the tension in Alexander's posture, the way his shoulders hunched against both the cold and the weight of what he believed he was fighting for.Alexander stopped at the designated meeting point and checked

Chapter 209In a sterile office overlooking Manhattan's financial district, the Guardian stared at his computer screens with growing rage. Red error messages flashed across multiple monitors, each one marking another failure in his carefully orchestrated plan. Bloomberg, CNN, Fox News, The Wall Street Journal - every major outlet that should have published his fabricated evidence about Victoria Kane was now showing system errors.His hands trembled as he typed frantically, trying to regain control of the media distribution network he'd spent months infiltrating. But every command was blocked, every file upload rejected, every communication pathway severed."No, no, no," he whispered, his voice echoing in the empty office. "This can't be happening."The Guardian pulled off his black mask, revealing a face twisted with fifteen years of hatred and obsession. His graying hair was disheveled, his eyes bloodshot from sleepless nights, and deep lines carved by stress and anger marked his fea