SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 45

Camille's point of view

Five screens glowed on the wall of Victoria's private office, each displaying a different fashion blog. The headline on Fashion Insider screamed in bold type: "ROSE LEWIS: FASHION'S FEMME FATALE?" Belov clock on her desk showed 9:07 AM. The story had been live for exactly twelve minutes, and already the view counter showed over three thousand clicks.

"Perfectly timed," Victoria said, satisfaction evident in her voice. "The fashion industry wakes up, checks their morning feeds, and finds their darling, exposed.”

I nodded, a strange mix of emotions washing through me. Satisfaction, yes. The first real blow against Rose's carefully constructed image. But something else too, something I hadn't expected. A hollow feeling Was this really victory? Releasing photos that had been easy to obtain, evidence of sins that seemed almost trivial compared to what she'd

done to me?

"Ms. Kane? Ms. Camille?" My assistant Rebecca knocked before entering, tablet in hand, excitement barely contained. "You wanted updates on the Rose Lewis situation?" Victoria motioned her forward "Report"

"The story's spreading faster than projected. It's hit three major fashion blogs in the last five minutes. Social media engagement is exploding." Rebecca handed Victoria the tablet. "Her publicist has already issue Victoria's lips curved into a rare smile as she scrolled through the data. "And the hashtag we planted?"

"#Rose Thoms is trending in New York and Los Angeles." Rebecca couldn't hide her admiration. "The influencers we prepped are amplifying exactly as planned."

I leaned forward, scanning the social media metrics on the tablet. “Her brand partners?"

"Panicking" Rebecca's smile widened. "Three have already reached out to their legal teams about morality clauses in their contracts."

Victoria handed me the tablet, our eyes meeting; briefly. This moment, the first real strike against Rose, was what we'd been building toward for months.

"I want to see her," I said suddenly. "When she gets the news."

an eyebrow. "Dangerous.

struggled to explain the hunger inside me.

in Victoria's eyes. "Not enough to destroy her. You need

have James position Ms. Kane

Thirty minutes later, I

District. Tinted windows ensured no one could see me, but I had a perfect view of the boutique's glass front. Rose arrived at 9:50, looking i Then I saw it. The moment her assistant rushed out, phone extended urgently. The slight freeze in Rose's perfect posture. The fractional widening of her eyes as she looked

distance, I could read the shock in her body language. The momentary

noticed too, cameras suddenly firing rapidly, capturing her unguarded reaction. Her hand clutched her assistant's arm for balance. Her mouth opened slightly before snapping shut. For ten glorious seconds, I watched genuine panic overtake my sister's face. Then, like the performer she'd always been, she recovered, Smiled tightly, Waved off the photographers. Walked into

tasted like honey on

three major fashion magazines had picked it up. By

their meeting. Waiting to see

Clear and undeniable. The first true strike in my

part of me still feel

next

scandal fully develop before

to recover from one blow before receiving

Once, it would have. Now I found comfort in her tactical approach, her emotional detachment. It made my

phone buzzed with a text message. I glanced down,

updates. Remind me never to cross you, little

1 quickly darkened the phone screen. How had he known? We'd been so careful, ensuring no

sharp eyes missed nothing

too quickly. "Just a market

long, assessing, calculating, before she returned to the reports. "Tomorrow we'll monitor the