SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 209

In a sterile office overlooking Manhattan's financial district, the Guardian stared at his computer screens with growing rage. Red error messages flashed across multiple monitors, each one marking another failure in his carefully orchestrated plan. Bloomberg, CNN, Fox News, The Wall Street Journal - every major outlet that should have published his fabricated evidence about Victoria Kane was now showing system errors.

His hands trembled as he typed frantically, trying to regain control of the media distribution network he'd spent months infiltrating. But every command was blocked, every file upload rejected, every communication pathway severed.

"No, no, no," he whispered, his voice echoing in the empty office. "This can't be happening."

The Guardian pulled off his black mask, revealing a face twisted with fifteen years of hatred and obsession. His graying hair was disheveled, his eyes bloodshot from sleepless nights, and deep lines carved by stress and anger marked his features. This was a man who had dedicated half his life to a single purpose: destroying Victoria Kane.

He slammed his fist against the desk, sending coffee cups and documents flying. The pain in his knuckles felt good - a physical outlet for the rage burning in his chest like acid.

Fifteen years. Fifteen years of planning, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to make Victoria Kane pay for what she had done. Fifteen years of building false identities, creating fake evidence, manipulating grieving relatives like Alexander Pierce. Fifteen years of his life consumed by the need for revenge.

And now it was crumbling around him like sand.

The Guardian moved to another computer terminal, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he tried to access backup servers. Maybe he could still salvage something from this disaster. Maybe he could still get the false story published through smaller outlets, through social media, through any platform that would spread his manufactured truth about Victoria's crimes.

But every pathway was blocked. Whoever had interfered with his plan wasn't just some amateur hacker. They knew exactly what they were doing, systematically dismantling fifteen years of preparation with surgical precision.

His phone buzzed with an encrypted message from Alexander: *Something went wrong. News outlets are publishing real court documents instead of our evidence. They're saying Richard Pierce was responsible for the factory deaths. What happened?*

The Guardian stared at the message, his hands shaking with fury. Alexander still believed their cause was just, still thought they were fighting for truth and justice. The naive fool had no idea he'd been used as a weapon in someone else's war.

He typed back: *Technical difficulties. Stand by for new instructions.*

But there were no new instructions. The Guardian's master plan lay in ruins, his carefully crafted false evidence replaced with documentation that made Victoria Kane look like the victim of a smear campaign.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city where Victoria Kane had built her empire. Somewhere out there, she was recovering in a hospital bed, probably laughing at his failure. Somewhere out there, her adopted daughter was celebrating another victory over the forces trying to destroy her family.

The Guardian pressed his forehead against the cold glass, his breath fogging the window as memories flooded back. Fifteen years ago, when Victoria Kane had destroyed everything he cared about. When she had used her wealth and influence to crush an honest man who had only wanted to expose the truth.

on the other end, broken and desperate: "She's going to destroy me. Victoria Kane is going to take everything I've worked for and leave me with nothing. Promise me you'll

of his existence. He had given up relationships, career advancement,

spanning multiple countries. He had created false identities and elaborate schemes, all

had all been for

his screens, hoping for some sign that his plan could still be salvaged. Instead, he found news articles

Industries CEO Vindicated in Historical

Victoria Kane of Factory Death

Founder Responsible for

only had his false evidence been blocked, but whoever had interfered had somehow obtained and published the real court records from the

his voice cracking with emotion. "Fifteen years of my life wasted because of some hacker

into something colder and more dangerous. If he couldn't destroy Victoria Kane with lies, he would find another way. If the legal system wouldn't punish

one that tracked the locations

Victoria Kane's device

she

security and family members who thought

They were wrong.

for the hospital, studying entry points and security protocols. He accessed employee databases,

safe in that hospital

wrong she

The display showed

my uncle was

his mind. "Victoria Kane has

"But the court documents...."

anything you see in the

quiet for a long moment. "I don't know

uncle. Believe in accountability for seventeen innocent deaths. Believe that Victoria Kane must pay for what she did, regardless of how many

If anything, it brought a sense of relief. Alexander had been useful for infiltrating Camille's life and accessing Kane Industries from within, but his emotional attachment to his ex-wife had always

were detailed plans that went far beyond media manipulation or financial warfare. These were blueprints for permanent solutions