Chapter 80

Rose huddled in the corner booth of Café Obscura, a

dingy establishment where celebrities went

to be forgotten, not spotted. The hood of her oversized sweatshirt cast shadows across her face as she clutched a chipped mug of lukewarm coffee. Gone were the designer clothes and perfect makeup that ha Three weeks had passed since Camille's dramatic resurrection at the Phoenix Gala. Three weeks of hiding

from reporters, dodging process servers, and watching her carefully constructed world crumble into dust. Each day brought new humiliations as her business partners abandoned her, her accounts were frozen, The bell above the café door jingled. Rose didn't look up, having learned not to make eye contact with anyone. But then a shadow fell across her table, and she sensed someone sliding into the seat opposite he "Ms. Lewis, I presume?" A deep voice with a hint of old money in its practiced casualness.

Rose's head snapped up, fear flooding her veins. Had they found her? Was it police? Press? The man before her was neither.

He was perhaps thirty-one, with the kind of handsome features that aged well-

strong jawline, piercing gray eyes, salt-and-

pepper hair cropped short. His clothes were expensive but understated. Nothing flashy, nothing that

screamed wealth. But Rose had spent her life

studying people with money. This man had it, and lots of it.

"Who are you?” she whispered, already calculating the distance to the exit.

"Someone with a mutual problem." He didn't offer his hand. Instead, he placed a small

manila envelope on the table between them. "My name is Herod Preston."

Rose didn't touch the envelope. "How did you find me?"

A smile touched his lips but didn't reach his eyes. "Finding people is a specialty of mine. Especially people who've fallen from grace."

The waitress approached, and Herod ordered black coffee without looking at the menu. After she shuffled away, Rose leaned forward.

do you want with me? I

for Victoria Kane and her new pet project." Rose's breath caught in her throat. Her fingers curled into fists

"Preston...

in the world." His jaw tightened."

his coffee. He

a cold feeling of

engaged to Sophia Kane," Herod

families weren't exactly thrilled. Old rivalries, competing interests.

the photograph again. The couple looked

smiles genuine. "What happened?"

an accident. Sophia's car went off

Rose remembered

through treachery and lies. I

"Victoria blamed your family?"

leveraged us out of every major shipping lane. Within two years, our stock was wo Rose tried to swallow but found her mouth dry. "Why

forward, his eyes suddenly alive with intensity. "Because history is repeating itself. Victoria Kane has found herself a new

once

to destroy anyone who stands in her

truth of his words struck Rose like a physical blow.

gaze was piercing. "The woman who is now systematically dismantling your life piece by piece, just as Victoria once

had been reeling from the revelation that Camille was not only alive but

was plotting with Victoria Kane." "Yes, quite the dramatic resurrection," Herod agreed. "Victoria has always had a flair for the theatrical. A fitting phoenix

message. They had clearly failed, and Victoria Kane had

she's back to ensure you suffer

head snapped up.

destroyed

voice was even, reasonable. "I've spent years rebuilding what Victoria took from the Prestons. I have resources, connections. What I need is someone who knows Camille, her weaknesses, her pressure

proposing?" Rose asked,

a weapon. But even the most

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