SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

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Rose slammed her apartment door with such force that a framed photo crashed to the floor, glass shattering across the marble entryway. She didn't bother to pick it up. Instead, she kicked off her heels, sending the pristine white carpet.

She didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore.

Her hands shook as she poured herself a drink, missing the glass entirely on the first try. Amber liquid pooled on the counter, but she ignored it, finally managing to fill the tumbler on her second attempt. She dra "She's alive," Rose whispered, her voice raspy and strange to her own ears. "All this time... she's been alive."

The reality of what had happened at the gala crashed over her in waves. Camille, her pathetic, weak, doormat of a sister, had orchestrated her downfall. Camille, who had always been the good daughter, the pe Rose hurled her empty glass across the living room where it exploded against the wall, leaving a dark stain on the cream-

colored paint like a Rorschach test of her rage.

"AAAGGHH!" The scream that tore from her throat sounded animal, primal. Rose grabbed the nearest object, a glass paperweight, and smashed it into the mirror above her fireplace. Her reflection fractured into

Better. That felt better.

She moved through her apartment like a tornado, destroying everything in her path. Photo frames, vases, dishes, all shattered against walls, floors, windows. She tore designer clothes from her closet, ripping fa thousands, snapping heels off shoes, pulling jewelry apart until beads and gems scattered across the floor like tiny marbles.

When she reached the bedroom, she froze. There on the nightstand sat a photo of her and Stefan, happy, smiling, victorious. She had won him. She had taken him from Camille. He was supposed to be her priz Rose lifted the frame with trembling fingers. Stefan's face stared

back at her, the face

she had desired for so long, the man who had been part of her meticulous plan.

"You let her do this to us," she hissed at his image. "You coward. You stood there and let her destroy everything!" She smashed

the frame against the edge of the marble nightstand, glass cutting into her palm. Blood dripped onto the photo, staining his face red. Perfect. That's what he deserved.

Rose sank onto the edge of her bed, suddenly exhausted. Her anger momentarily gave way to the crushing weight of what she had lost. Her business. Her reputation. Stefan. Even her place in the Lewis family She had spent years carefully building this life, crafting her image, positioning herself at

the top of New York society. And in one night, Camille had taken it all away.

her knees to her chest, a sob

survived foster homes where no one wanted her. She had fought her way into the Lewis family. She had built a fashion brand from nothing. She

to her closet and pulled out the one box she hadn't destroyed. Inside was a burner phone, cash,

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been prepared for disaster, always had a

to run. Not this

dripped from her cut palm, but she paid it no mind as she turned on the cold water and splashed her face. Mascara ran down She stared at herself in

echoing her words from the gala.

shock was wearing off now,

Kane. The powerful billionaire had taken Camille in, trained her, given her the resources to carry

sound

pet project? Her weapon against me?" She shook her head. She doesn't know

found her laptop buried under a pile of shredded documents and opened it. First, she needed to understand how bad the damage was. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she checked news sites, social media, financial reports. It was worse than she thought. #Camille Returns was Her fashion line was officially dead. Her remaining business partners had all issued statements distancing themselves from her. Her bank accounts were

nothing left.

on a

powerful, yes, but not untouchable. Everyone

Including Camille.

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back, her mind racing. Camille had faked her death. There would be legal implications to that. Insurance fraud, perhaps? And what about Victoria's role in the deception? There had to be something She pulled out a notebook and began to write, ignoring the blood that occasionally smeared the page. She listed everyone connected to Camille and Victoria. She noted possible vulnerabilities, potential allies. S By dawn, Rose had filled dozens of pages. Her

her mind was clear. The path forward

She stood and

like a war zone,

looked out over

beginning to rise behind the

victory, thinking

everything from me.

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over her. The initial storm of rage had passed,

without backward glance. She needed a shower, fresh