SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 6

CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW

I woke to silk sheets and sunlight. For a moment, I thought I was back in my childhood bedroom, before everything fell apart. But the ceiling above me was unfamiliar, hand-painted cherubs floating in a cloudless sky, framed by gilded molding that probably cost more than my entire wedding.

Pain shot through my ribs as I tried to sit up, memories flooding back. The parking garage. Rose's hired thugs. The mysterious woman with silver hair.

"Careful." A voice from the doorway made me turn. "Three bruised ribs and a mild concussion. The doctor said you need rest."

She stood there like something from a fashion magazine, tailored black pants suit, pearls that definitely weren't fake, silver hair swept into an elegant twist. But it was her eyes that held me. Sharp. Calculating. Hauntingly familiar.

"Where am I?" My voice was rough. "Who are you?"

"You're safe." She moved into the room with fluid grace, settling into a chair beside my bed. "As for who I am... my name is Victoria Kane."

The name hit like a physical shock. Everyone knew Victoria Kane, the ruthless CEO who'd built Kane Industries from nothing, the woman Forbes called 'The Queen of Wall Street.' She was worth billions, moved markets with a phone call, and was rumored to be more powerful than most governments.

"Why..." I swallowed hard. "Why am I here?"

Something flickered in her eyes, pain, maybe, or memory. "Because Three years ago, I saw a photo in a society magazine. A young woman at some charity gala, wearing a dress that didn't quite fit, smiling bravely while her 'perfect' sister held court."

The gala. One of Rose's many triumphs, orchestrated to highlight the difference between us.

"The photo caught my attention," Victoria continued, "but it was your eyes that made me look closer. They were... familiar."

She reached for her phone, pulling up an image that made my breath catch. A young woman, maybe my age, with my face. My eyes. My smile.

"Your daughter?" The resemblance was uncanny.

Victoria's voice softened. "She would have been thirty-two this

have been. The words hung heavy in the

"What happened?"

years ago." Her fingers traced

family didn't approve of the match. Brake lines are

my spine.

that could cut glass. "Eventually. But that's not

with that penetrating gaze. "After I saw your photo, I had

It should have felt creepy, but

Raw potential, wrapped in other people's expectations. A diamond they tried to

heart pounded. "I don't

shut away parts of yourself to please

my eyes. "Like the college

that too. Just like I know about the diary she forged,

voice cracked. "And

She stood, moving to the window. "Waited to see if you'd break or bloom. Waited for the

with Rose flashed through my

You can walk away from all of this. I'll set you up somewhere

"Or?"

teach you to be what they always feared you might become.

my bedside, and suddenly I saw what made her so formidable. It wasn't just the money or the influence. It was the absolute certainty that the world would bend

"Let me teach

had to know. "Because I

hand touched mine, surprisingly warm. "Because you look like I did, forty years ago. Before I learned that the world doesn't give you what

probably cost more than my monthly salary.

I adopt you. Publicly, legally, completely. You become Camille Kane, heir to everything I've built." Her smile turned sharp. "Imagine your sister's face when she realizes the investor she's been desperately