Ninety two

Kamille's POV

Sitting at the table in my study, the flickering light from my laptop screen cast shadows across the room. My heart rammed hard in my chest as I scrolled through the latest press releases about my reappearance.

The media was relentless. I was in every tabloid. Every blog post had a picture of either myself or myself together with Zeke. I know this was the desired effect, but somehow I began to feel a little uneasy about it.

"Gabriel's release was already underway since Kamille was presumed dead," the new Manor family lawyer declared in one clip, his voice smug.

"But her resurfacing means she was the one behind the release of those videos. This is a direct attack, and the family will fight back—legally, of course." He added.

His laughter echoed in my ears, a cold, mirthless sound that irritated me. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen.

Was this really worth it? The lawyer's words replayed in my mind. Was my comeback into society important at this point? I t