Lahat ng Kabanata ng SCORNED EX WIFE : Queen Of Ashes: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEWHis words hung in the air between us, dangerous and sharp. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Ms. Kane. Or should I use your previous name?"I kept my face still, fighting the storm that raged inside my chest. Years of practice hiding emotions from Rose. Months of Victoria's merciless training. Everything in me focused on not revealing the bolt of fear that shot through my body."I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else," I said, withdrawing my hand from his grasp. My voice stayed perfectly steady, cool and distant. "I don't have a previous name."Alexander Pierce studied me with those unnerving gray eyes, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Too knowing. Too certain."Is that so?" He tilted his head slightly, examining me as one might examine an interesting puzzle. "My mistake, then."But his tone made it clear he believed no such thing. He wasn't backing down, merely shifting tactics."First public appearance?" he asked, smoothly ch

Chapter 34 "You'll attend the Bellamy Gallery auction in my place tonight," Victoria said, not looking up from the documents spread across her desk. The statement carried the weight of command rather than request. Camille paused by the doorway of Victoria's home office. "The Bellamy auction? Isn't that where..." "Yes," Victoria confirmed, finally glancing up with calculating eyes. "According to my sources, both Rose and Stefan will be in attendance. Rose has been desperately trying to secure a meeting with Kane Industries' investment team for weeks. This presents an... opportunity." Camille's heart quickened. "To see them?" "To observe their dynamics in a neutral setting. To understand exactly what you're up against." Victoria rose from her chair, moving to stand before Camille with critical assessment. "The question is whether you're ready." "I've spent months preparing," Camille replied, steadying her voice. "I've changed everything about myself. They won't recognize me." Vict

Chapter 36 Camille's point of view There's a particular satisfaction in watching something fall apart from a distance, in witnessing the precise moment when confidence shatters and reality crashes down. Victoria had taught me that. "True power isn't in the destruction itself," she'd told me once, "but in knowing you orchestrated it while they never saw you coming." As I sat at the head of the conference table in Kane industries' executive boardroom, I savored that lesson, watching the faces of Pacific Maritime's leadership crumble under the weight of their impending ruin. I watched the numbers change on my tablet as Pacific Maritime's stock price plummeted. Each drop represented another piece of Stefan's empire crumbling. The company's board members sat across from me in Kane Industries' main conference room, their faces growing paler by the minute. "Your company lost forty percent of its value in the last hour," I said, my voice carrying through the silent room. "In fifteen minut

Chapter 38Camille's point of view I sat in my private office at Kane Industries, watching six screens track different aspects of my plan to destroy Rodriguez Shipping. Each monitor told part of the story, stock prices, trading volumes, news alerts, social media sentiment, competitor reactions, and internal communications we'd managed to intercept. One year of meticulous preparation leading to this pivotal moment. The leather of my executive chair creaked softly as I leaned forward, my reflection in the darkened glass showing a woman I sometimes barely recognized."Ready?" Victoria asked from the doorway, her tailored charcoal suit as impeccable as always. Her eyes gleamed with the predatory anticipation I'd come to recognize over our months working together."Everything's in position." I pulled up the final numbers, watching as our algorithms predicted the coming cascade. "Our traders are standing by in London, New York, and Singapore. The evidence of Rodriguez Shipping's safety vio

Chapter 40The morning sun painted golden streaks across Alexander's office atop Pierce International. Sixty stories above Manhattan, the city stretched beneath him, a vast, glittering chessboard where every piece moved according to unseen plans. From this height, everything seemed distant, almost insignificant, except for the battles being fought in silence, the wars waged behind closed doors, and the people who thought they controlled their own fates.Alexander sat back in his leather chair, adjusting his posture as he waited for his secretary’s daily briefing. The chair creaked softly under his weight, the only sound in the vast office aside from the faint hum of the city below.A precise knock on the door announced Sarah's arrival. She was never late. She stepped in, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor, holding her tablet in one hand.“Good morning, sir,” she greeted professionally, stopping a few feet from his desk.Alexander nodded, wordlessly gesturing for her