Chapter 20

Camille's point of view.

The voice behind me sent the frame tumbling from my hands. It hit the carpet with a muffled thud as I spun around.

Victoria stood in the doorway, her expression a storm of fury and pain. Her usually perfect appearance was disheveled, clothes wrinkled from travel, hair slightly mussed, as if she'd rushed home unexpectedly. "L...I thought you were in Tokyo," I stammered, heart hammering against my ribs.

"Flight canceled due to mechanical issues." Her eyes swept the room, cataloging any disturbance I might have caused. "You didn't answer my question."

I could have lied. Could have claimed I got lost,

accidentally found the key, had innocent reasons for snooping But something in Victoria's face, the raw wound exposed beneath her anger, demanded honesty.

"I was curious," I admitted, bending to retrieve the fallen photo frame. "About the locked wing. About why it was. off-

limits."

"So you invaded my privacy. Searched my office for the key. Entered a space clearly meant to remain closed." Each sentence fell like a judgment, cold and precise. "Yes." No excuses. No justifications.

Victoria's gaze settled on the photo in my hands. Something flickered across her expression, grief so intense it momentarily overwhelmed the anger.

"Put that down," she said quietly. "And get out."

I carefully returned the frame to its place. "Victoria, I..."

"Now."

she remained planted in the doorway, forcing me to squeeze past her, close enough to feel the rigid tension in her body, to smell the subtle scent of her perfume mixed

paused, turning back to find her still watching from Sophia's doorway, one hand gripping the frame as

today is?" she interrupted, voice

head, unease growing at

birthday." Victoria's knuckles whitened on the doorframe. "She would have been

three today."

a physical blow. Of all days to violate this sanctuary, I'd chosen the one

know,"

fury giving way to something more complex.

the chess board in the sitting area. With careful precision, she adjusted one of the pieces, a knight moving to threaten a bishop. "Sophia loved chess," she said,

any movement might shatter

me, I

here and try to remember what move she was contemplating" Victoria's finger hovered over a white pawn. "She always took her time,

she's just stepped out. That she'll return any moment with My chest tightened at the naked pain in her expression. Gone was the formidable businesswoman, the ruthless mentor, the demanding adoptive mother. In her place stood simply a woman hollowed by grief, pr "She was more than

weight of the moment. Victoria had never spoken this

queen, with gentle fingers. "But then revenge became my purpose. Destroying

sudden intensity. "Do you know what I thought when I first saw you? Not just that you looked like her,

you what the Prestons tried to stamp out in Sophia. Potential, Intelligence. A fundamental

me," I countered. "One photo in

examined. Your education records. Your medical history. Your social circles. The more I learned, the

to carve

its accuracy. All my life, I'd been swimming against the current of my family's preferences, Rose's manipulations,

Chapter 20

for revenge or my resemblance to Sophia. "When I saw you in here," Victoria said, gesturing toward Sophia's bedroom, "my first thought wasn't

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