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."

Herod's voice carried grudging admiration. “I underestimated your

for seven years," Rose reminded him.

perception. It was

confident," Herod warned. "Your sister has proven

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

by a relationship with a business rival, letting emotions cloud

savoring each one. "Victoria may have accepted Camille as her

Not with Alexander

name matter specifically?"

acquire a shipping company Victoria

sees him as a threat Always

the better for our

stretched,

"How much more do you need

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me effective control," Herod replied. "The remaining shareholders are scattered, disorganized. They'll follow whoe

the profitable divisions, shut down

"And Camille?"

humiliated. Professionally destroyed. Exactly what you

built crumbled. The press that had praised her as Victoria's brilliant protégée would tear her apart as the foolish

glancing at 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 feed him quotes from 'sources

not worried about

life learning how to change my appearance. Besides, the media has forgotten me already. Six months is an eternity

her hair dark brown and now wore it in a

framed

carefully applied makeup altered the shape of her face. The transformation was so complete that she'd walked past a former client in the lobby

the materials for her meeting. The fabricated financial documents suggesting Alexander had been buying Kane Industries stock through email trail indicating he had pursued her

used relationships to gain

of it would stand up to serious investigation, but that didn't matter. By the time

to secure the perfect table, private enough for a confidential

spotted him the moment he entered, Malcolm Reed, the Spectator's executive editor,

in its society pages. He scanned the café, not recognizing her even as his

slightly,

Johnson?" he asked, using

to the chair across from her. "Thank

you had information about

said, getting

that would 'shock New York

it on the table. "These photos were taken three days ago on Mr. Pierce's private yacht." Reed picked up the drive, turning it

obtained

matters is their authenticity. They're completely

you want

was never here, we never

nodded. This was standard procedure for

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