Chapter 71

The elevator climbed toward the penthouse of Pierce Tower, each floor ticking by on the digital display as my stomach tightened with a mix of anger and nervous anticipation. I wore a simple black dress, nothing

revenge.

When the doors opened, I stepped into a space unlike anything I'd expected. Not

the

cold, modernist showcase typical of billionaire penthouses, but a warm, wood- paneled sanctuary with floor-to-

ceiling bookshelves and comfortable leather furniture. Classical music played softly in the background. The wall of windows offered a breathtaking view of Manhattan at sunset, the city transformed into gold and shadow.

Alexander stood by a small bar cart, his back to me. He'd removed his suit jacket and rolled

up his shirtsleeves, looking more approachable than I'd ever seen him.

"Scotch? Wine? Something else?" he asked without turning

"Answers," I replied, my voice steadier than I felt.

He turned then, a slight smile on his face that didn't

quite reach his eyes. "Straight to business. One of the many things I admire about you."

I tossed the folder onto his coffee table. Papers spilled out, financial records, surveillance reports, market manipulation evidence, all documenting his shadow campaign against Rose and Stefan. "Explain this," I demanded, remaining standing even as he gestured toward a seat. "Explain why you've been secretly helping destroy Rose and Stefan for the past year without telling me." Alexander studied me for a long moment, then moved to a bookshelf and pulled out a small wooden box. "Perhaps we should start at the beginning."

He placed the box on the table between us and finally, I sat down across from him. He opened it carefully, removing what looked like a hospital ID bracelet, faded and worn. "Boston Memorial Hospital. Five years ago." He set the bracelet gently on that changed everything."

What

top of the red papers. "The night

s have to do with Rose and

I stared at the plastic band, confusion replacing some of my anger. does Stefan?”

leaving my face. "Five years ago, I was in a car accident on the Massachusetts Turnpike. Multiple vehicles. Three fatalities. I was trapped in the wreckag A chill ran through me as fragments of memory stirred, a rainy night, flashing emergency lights, a medical conference in Boston I'd attended alone because my parents was too busy with work and perfect Rose. "I was bleeding internally," Alexander continued. "The doctors later said I

and vulnerable crossing his face. "That was me. And you were the one who found me. Who rode in the ambulance. Who gave her information as emergency contact when no family came

Chapter 71

hospital forms I'd filled out while waiting for news of his

past rushing back. "I visited

Me Again Mrs Graves," Alexander said softly. "You said it was your favorite and the Author Annypen, was

knew your name. The hospital just had a

into the box again, removing

heal completely. Someone is thinking of you, even

ago. "I

tried to find you. All I had was a name, Camille Lewis, and

He turned back to

tender and pained. "I came to New

who'd saved my life. But

I finished for him,

a perfect life with a successful husband and budding design career." Alexander's smile held no bitterness, only a gentle

sure the woman who'd shown such kindness to a stranger was happy." His voice dropped lower. "Until I started noticing things A cold realization

nodded, regret clear in his eyes. "I was making arrangements to return to New York, to somehow warn you, when news broke about your accident. Your car going off tha

But then, A

snapped up. "What do

How could you possibly

can't imagine," Alexander said simply.

seeing the pictures i was relieved that you

Before Victoria ever presented me

found you. Saved you. Was helping you recover and transform. But I didn't know why, or

process what he was telling me, "you've known exactly who I was. Even through the surgical changes. The new identity. Everything." "Yes," he admitted. "From

"And

nothing. For fifteen months." Anger briefly flared again.

this new life, plan

I have said?" Alexander asked

new face and a new purpose, it was clear you'd chosen a specific path. It

"Until you started manipulating events behind the scenes,

did to you, Camille. Watched helplessly as y The raw sincerity in his voice made it impossible to maintain my anger. He had helped advance my revenge without seeking credit. Had used

asked. "Why

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