SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Camille's point of view

By four o'clock, my brain felt stuffed with French conjugations and pronunciation corrections. My third coffee of the day wasn't helping the shaking in my hands.

Mrs. Harrington, the etiquette coach, noticed immediately. A lady never allows fatigue to show," she reprimanded, straightening my already-

straight spine.

"Shoulders back. Chin parallel to the floor. Now, let's review the proper handling of difficult dinner conversations."

For two more hours, we practiced responding to inappropriate questions, managing awkward silences, and the subtle art of steering conversations toward or away from specific topics. All skills Victoria deemed When James finally drove me back to the mansion at six, I had exactly forty-

five minutes to prepare for dinner with the board

members. My head pounded. Black spots danced at the edges

of my vision. The thought of making small talk with twelve stern executives made me want to curl into a ball and disappear.

Instead, I changed into the evening dress laid out for me, an elegant black Dior that probably cost more than most people's monthly salary. The stylist had left detailed notes about which jewelry to wear and how Looking in the mirror, I barely recognized the sophisticated woman staring back at me. Designer dress. Perfect makeup. Expensive jewelry. I looked like I belonged in Victoria's world of wealth and power. But inside, I felt hollowed out. Empty. A pretty shell with nothing left inside.

My knees buckled suddenly, room

spinning around me. I grabbed the vanity for support, but my arms gave way. The last thing I saw before darkness claimed me was my reflection sliding sideways in the mirror, eyes closing as consciousness slij

I woke to softness beneath me and the sensation of something cool on my forehead. Opening my eyes slowly, I found myself on my bed, still in the black dress, though someone had removed my shoes.

"The third time this week," Victoria's voice came from nearby. "Your body is telling you something."

I turned my head to find her sitting in a chair

beside my bed, reading glasses perched on her nose as she reviewed documents. She didn't look up.

is it?" I

found you when you didn't come

was reading. "I sent your regrets to the board. We'll reschedule." Shame

what? Having physical limitations? That's not failure,

struggled to sit up,

"The dinner

to attend." She set aside

couldn't imagine how my schedule could become more grueling than

before I could stop it, raw and honest in a way

seem offended. If anything, she looked

by being comfortable, she said,

even

the window that overlooked the mansion's gardens, silver hair gleaming in the moonlight filtering

"When I was twenty-

while attending night classes. I slept

two years. Collapsed twice from exhaustion.

five, I'd built my first company. By thirty, my first billion. Each step

pace isn't sustainable," I

she interrupted. "That's precisely the

at her,

people never discover their actual capacity because they stop at the first

more than facts and skills. It's

much information, enduring such physical challenges, maintaining a completely

are necessary," Victoria continued. We've established your baseline. From tomorrow, your

through me. "Fewer

she corrected. "Combat training three days a week instead of five. Business education condensed into more efficient modules. More independent study, less classroom time." She handed me a glass of water from the bedside table. "Your body needs recovery time to strengthen. Your mind needs

over the rim of

anticipate your ability to

"Which is?"

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