SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Rose stared at the laptop screen, a smile

spreading across her face as she scrolled through the photographs. The yacht had been easy to find once Herod's investigators had traced

Alexander's movements. Getting someone with a telephoto lens onto a nearby boat had been even easier.

"Perfect," she whispered, zooming in on a

particularly intimate image of Camille and Alexander on the deck of his yacht. Her sister, not that she deserved

that title anymore, locked in an embrace with the billionaire, their kiss leaving nothing to the imagination.

The penthouse suite Herod had secured for her sparkled with morning light, illuminating dozens of photos and documents spread across the glass table. Three empty coffee cups testified to her sleepless night Her phone buzzed. Herod.

"Are you watching the financial news?" he asked without preamble.

"No," Rose replied, still scrolling through the photos. "I've been busy with our little project."

“Kane Industries stock jumped twelve points after yesterday's meeting," Herod said, frustration sharpening his voice. "Your sister completely dismantled my safety concerns. Made me look like a fool."

Rose switched to speaker phone and set it down. "She's not my sister. And don't worry about yesterday. By this afternoon, no one will be talking about the Phoenix Grid anymore."

She selected nine photos, each more damning than the last. Camille and Alexander kissing. Camille in his arms at the railing. The two of them disappearing below deck, then emerging later with unmistakable si "The photos are ready?" Herod asked.

"Better than we hoped." Rose moved them to a separate folder. "The lighting is perfect. No question about who they are. No possibility of claiming they're doctored."

She heard Herod's approving chuckle. "And the other material?"

Rose clicked to another folder containing documents, emails, and financial records, some

real, most fabricated by the expert Herod had hired.

"All prepared," she confirmed. "The story writes itself. Alexander Pierce, using Camille

Kane to gain control of Victoria's company through the bedroom rather than the boardroom."

"Which outlets are you sending them to?"

Rose picked up a handwritten list. "New York Spectator gets the exclusive on the photos. They'll reach the

widest audience fastest. The financial documents go to

the Wall Street Journal and

Bloomberg simultaneously, more credible sources for that angle."

She checked her watch. "The Spectator will run the photos online at noon. The financial pieces will hit the wire services an hour later, just as everyone is talking about the scandal."

grudging admiration. “I underestimated your

years," Rose reminded him.

was my

Herod warned. "Your sister has proven remarkably

from this," Rose said, certainty hardening her voice. "Victoria Kane values control above all

letting emotions cloud her judgment, that strikes at the heart of everything Victoria believes

photos again, savoring each one. "Victoria may have accepted Camille as her heir,

with Alexander Pierce

that name matter

to know something Herod didn't. "Victoria and Alexander have history. Years ago, Pierce Industries tried to acquire a shipping company Victoria wanted. He outmaneuvered her, and Victor She pulled up another document, an

table. "Victoria sees him as

better for our purposes,"

stood and stretched,

"How much more

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Chapter 118

effective control," Herod replied. "The remaining shareholders are

"Sell off the profitable divisions, shut

"And Camille?"

destroyed.

press that had praised her as Victoria's brilliant protégée would tear her apart as the foolish wom

her watch. "I'm meeting the Spectator's editor off the record at that café near Columbus Circle. He gets the exclusive photos, and I

worried about

how to change my appearance. Besides, the media has forgotten me already. Six

dyed her hair dark brown and now wore it in

framed

The transformation was so complete that she'd

meeting. The fabricated financial documents suggesting Alexander had been buying Kane Industries stock through email trail indicating

relationships

that didn't matter. By the time

the back corner of the café, waiting. She'd arrived early to secure the perfect table, private enough for a confidential conversation, but public enough

him the moment he entered, Malcolm

society pages. He scanned the café, not recognizing her even as his gaze passed over her. She

hand slightly,

asked, using the

gesturing to the chair across from her. "Thank

you had information about Camille Kane

said,

that would 'shock New York

photos were taken three days ago on Mr. Pierce's private yacht." Reed picked

obtained these

important," Rose replied smoothly. "What matters is their authenticity. They're completely unaltered. Your technical

want in

anonymity. I was never here, we never met,

nodded. This was standard procedure

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