Chapter 110The clock on the wall of the control room read 3:17 AM as Camille stood by Hannah Zhao's workstation, watching streams of code flicker across multiple screens. A faint blue glow bathed the room in ethereal light, casting long shadows across the faces of the twelve engineers who had been working without pause for nearly thirty-six hours."It's time," Hannah said, looking up at Camille with red-rimmed eyes that nonetheless sparkled with determination. "The first section of the Grid is ready for activation."Camille nodded, her heart pounding against her ribs. "Everyone in position?"Through her earpiece, Alexander's steady voice confirmed, "Security teams are in place. The suspected saboteur is working on the east junction, thinking he's alone while preparing the final circuits.""And whoever it is has no idea we've replaced everything?" Camille asked Hannah.Hannah's lips curved into a smile that held no humor. "Not unless they actually test the components, which doesn't ap
Chapter 111Herod Preston stood at his Tribeca penthouse windows, studying three monitors displaying data from the Phoenix Grid's first section. The screens cast an eerie blue glow across the dimly lit room."It doesn't make sense," he muttered, bourbon untouched in his hand.Rose entered, wrapped in a silk robe the color of blood, her hair damp from the shower. She moved toward him with predatory grace."What doesn't make sense?" she asked, examining the displays.Herod gestured toward the center screen. "The Grid. These readings are exactly what we expected to see. Minor fluctuations, small power surges, tiny irregularities in the data flow. All perfectly in line with our sabotage timeline.""Isn't that good?""Too good," Herod set his glass down sharply. "No unexpected variables, no human error, no deviations. It's as if someone wants us to see exactly this data." He pointed to a jagged blue line. "The fluctuations are consistent to the decimal point, repeating in an almost mathema
Chapter 112Morning light streamed through Victoria's office windows, turning the silver in her hair to platinum. She stood at the head of the conference table, reviewing the Phoenix Grid's reports."Power distribution remains stable," she noted, flipping through papers with practiced efficiency. "No anomalies detected overnight."Camille watched from across the table, noticing something off about Victoria. Her normally flawless complexion had a grayish tinge, and faint shadows underlined her eyes."Are you feeling alright?" Camille asked quietly while Alexander studied technical readouts beside her.Victoria dismissed the question with a sharp wave. "I'm fine. Let's focus on Section B. The activation is scheduled for noon."Alexander glanced up. "My security team reports no suspicious activity. If Rose and Herod are planning something, they're being extraordinarily careful."Victoria nodded, but the movement seemed to throw her off balance momentarily. She steadied herself against th
Chapter 113Victoria Kane sat propped against white hospital pillows, her silver hair swept back from her face in a neat chignon. Even in a hospital gown, connected to monitors that beeped rhythmically in the background, she maintained an air of command. The room, the hospital's finest private suite, had been transformed with fresh flowers, silk sheets from her home, and a mahogany lap desk now balanced across her knees.Her lawyer, Frederick Winters, a man who had served the Kane family for thirty years, sat in an armchair beside the bed. His silver-rimmed glasses caught the afternoon light as he arranged documents with practiced precision."You're certain about this?" he asked, his voice low and measured. "The board will have questions."Victoria's mouth thinned. "The board's questions are not my concern, Frederick. My decision is final."The door opened, and Camille entered, dressed in a tailored navy suit that Victoria recognized as one she had selected for her. Their eyes met, an
Chapter 114The hospital café sat empty at 2 AM, its harsh fluorescent lights casting an unnatural glow across the plastic tables. Camille stared into her untouched coffee, watching ripples form each time she trembled. Outside, rain pattered against the windows, blurring the city lights into smears of color.Alexander slid into the seat across from her, setting down two fresh cups. The scent of strong espresso cut through the antiseptic hospital smell."You haven't slept," he said. Not a question.Camille shook her head. She hadn't changed clothes either, still wearing the navy suit from her meeting with Victoria's lawyer twelve hours ago. The folder of handwritten notes sat on the table between them, untouched. She couldn't bring herself to read Victoria's words yet."They're prepping her for surgery now," she said, her voice raw from hours of silence. "Four hours, they said. Maybe five."Alexander nodded, watching her face. His own showed signs of fatigue, the shadows beneath his ey
Chapter 115Camille followed the doctor down the sterile corridor, each step echoing against the polished floor. Alexander walked beside her, his presence steadying as the world seemed to tilt beneath her feet. The hospital's antiseptic smell burned her nostrils, mingling with the lingering scent of coffee on her breath."Is she..." Camille couldn't finish the question, fear clogging her throat.The doctor glanced back, his face unreadable beneath his surgical mask. "The chief surgeon will explain everything."They turned a corner into a small consultation room where Dr. Lin, Victoria's lead surgeon, stood washing her hands. She turned as they entered, pulling down her mask. Exhaustion lined her face, but her eyes held a clarity that made Camille's heart leap."The surgery was successful," Dr. Lin said without preamble.The words hit Camille like a physical force. She reached for the wall to steady herself, her knees suddenly weak. Alexander's arm came around her waist, supporting her
Chapter 1CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW Three years. One thousand and ninety-five days of trying to be the perfect wife, and this was my reward divorce papers on our anniversary.I stared at Stefan's perfect signature on the last page, the ink still fresh. He must have signed them this morning, probably right after I'd left that stupid handmade card on his desk. The one I'd spent hours making, like a fool who still believed in fairy tales.The anniversary card I made for my husband Stefan still sat on the kitchen counter, untouched. Three years of marriage summed up in a handmade gesture he couldn't even bother to open. I'd spent hours on it last night, writing words I thought mattered.My coffee had gone cold. Funny how you notice small things when your world is falling apart."Sign here. And here." Stefan's voice was distant, businesslike. He'd laid out the divorce papers like contracts at one of his meetings, sticky tabs marking each signature line. "The highlighted sections need initia
Chapter 2Camille's point of view The house was quiet, too quiet. I slipped in through the side door, locking it softly behind me. The air smelled like lemon polish and roses, just like it always did. It felt strange to be back, like stepping into someone else’s life.The kitchen was dark except for the faint glow of the fridge light. I crept up the stairs, careful to skip the third step that creaked. Every sound I made felt loud, like the house itself was listening.When I reached my bedroom door, I stopped. It was open a crack, just like I’d left it all those years ago. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside and shut the door.My childhood bedroom hadn't changed in three years. Same pale pink walls, same white furniture, same collection of second-place trophies. Rose's first-place ones used to shine in the room next door.I stared at my reflection in the vanity mirror, the same one where I'd practiced my wedding makeup three years ago, Rose standing behind me with that perfect smil
Chapter 115Camille followed the doctor down the sterile corridor, each step echoing against the polished floor. Alexander walked beside her, his presence steadying as the world seemed to tilt beneath her feet. The hospital's antiseptic smell burned her nostrils, mingling with the lingering scent of coffee on her breath."Is she..." Camille couldn't finish the question, fear clogging her throat.The doctor glanced back, his face unreadable beneath his surgical mask. "The chief surgeon will explain everything."They turned a corner into a small consultation room where Dr. Lin, Victoria's lead surgeon, stood washing her hands. She turned as they entered, pulling down her mask. Exhaustion lined her face, but her eyes held a clarity that made Camille's heart leap."The surgery was successful," Dr. Lin said without preamble.The words hit Camille like a physical force. She reached for the wall to steady herself, her knees suddenly weak. Alexander's arm came around her waist, supporting her
Chapter 114The hospital café sat empty at 2 AM, its harsh fluorescent lights casting an unnatural glow across the plastic tables. Camille stared into her untouched coffee, watching ripples form each time she trembled. Outside, rain pattered against the windows, blurring the city lights into smears of color.Alexander slid into the seat across from her, setting down two fresh cups. The scent of strong espresso cut through the antiseptic hospital smell."You haven't slept," he said. Not a question.Camille shook her head. She hadn't changed clothes either, still wearing the navy suit from her meeting with Victoria's lawyer twelve hours ago. The folder of handwritten notes sat on the table between them, untouched. She couldn't bring herself to read Victoria's words yet."They're prepping her for surgery now," she said, her voice raw from hours of silence. "Four hours, they said. Maybe five."Alexander nodded, watching her face. His own showed signs of fatigue, the shadows beneath his ey
Chapter 113Victoria Kane sat propped against white hospital pillows, her silver hair swept back from her face in a neat chignon. Even in a hospital gown, connected to monitors that beeped rhythmically in the background, she maintained an air of command. The room, the hospital's finest private suite, had been transformed with fresh flowers, silk sheets from her home, and a mahogany lap desk now balanced across her knees.Her lawyer, Frederick Winters, a man who had served the Kane family for thirty years, sat in an armchair beside the bed. His silver-rimmed glasses caught the afternoon light as he arranged documents with practiced precision."You're certain about this?" he asked, his voice low and measured. "The board will have questions."Victoria's mouth thinned. "The board's questions are not my concern, Frederick. My decision is final."The door opened, and Camille entered, dressed in a tailored navy suit that Victoria recognized as one she had selected for her. Their eyes met, an
Chapter 112Morning light streamed through Victoria's office windows, turning the silver in her hair to platinum. She stood at the head of the conference table, reviewing the Phoenix Grid's reports."Power distribution remains stable," she noted, flipping through papers with practiced efficiency. "No anomalies detected overnight."Camille watched from across the table, noticing something off about Victoria. Her normally flawless complexion had a grayish tinge, and faint shadows underlined her eyes."Are you feeling alright?" Camille asked quietly while Alexander studied technical readouts beside her.Victoria dismissed the question with a sharp wave. "I'm fine. Let's focus on Section B. The activation is scheduled for noon."Alexander glanced up. "My security team reports no suspicious activity. If Rose and Herod are planning something, they're being extraordinarily careful."Victoria nodded, but the movement seemed to throw her off balance momentarily. She steadied herself against th
Chapter 111Herod Preston stood at his Tribeca penthouse windows, studying three monitors displaying data from the Phoenix Grid's first section. The screens cast an eerie blue glow across the dimly lit room."It doesn't make sense," he muttered, bourbon untouched in his hand.Rose entered, wrapped in a silk robe the color of blood, her hair damp from the shower. She moved toward him with predatory grace."What doesn't make sense?" she asked, examining the displays.Herod gestured toward the center screen. "The Grid. These readings are exactly what we expected to see. Minor fluctuations, small power surges, tiny irregularities in the data flow. All perfectly in line with our sabotage timeline.""Isn't that good?""Too good," Herod set his glass down sharply. "No unexpected variables, no human error, no deviations. It's as if someone wants us to see exactly this data." He pointed to a jagged blue line. "The fluctuations are consistent to the decimal point, repeating in an almost mathema
Chapter 110The clock on the wall of the control room read 3:17 AM as Camille stood by Hannah Zhao's workstation, watching streams of code flicker across multiple screens. A faint blue glow bathed the room in ethereal light, casting long shadows across the faces of the twelve engineers who had been working without pause for nearly thirty-six hours."It's time," Hannah said, looking up at Camille with red-rimmed eyes that nonetheless sparkled with determination. "The first section of the Grid is ready for activation."Camille nodded, her heart pounding against her ribs. "Everyone in position?"Through her earpiece, Alexander's steady voice confirmed, "Security teams are in place. The suspected saboteur is working on the east junction, thinking he's alone while preparing the final circuits.""And whoever it is has no idea we've replaced everything?" Camille asked Hannah.Hannah's lips curved into a smile that held no humor. "Not unless they actually test the components, which doesn't ap
Chapter 109The Kane Industries private meeting room felt too small for the four people inside it. Camille sat at the head of the polished table, Victoria to her right, Alexander to her left. Stefan Rodriguez stood awkwardly near the door, as if unsure whether to step further in or keep his escape route close."Sit, Mr. Rodriguez," Victoria said, her voice cold as winter steel. "You requested this meeting. Let's not waste time."Stefan lowered himself into a chair at the far end of the table. His once-confident posture had vanished, shoulders curving inward like a man carrying an invisible weight."Thank you for seeing me," he said, his voice rougher than Camille remembered. "I know I'm the last person you want to hear from.""Second to last," Victoria corrected. "Your former lover ranks below you."Stefan flinched. "That's why I'm here. I want to help stop Rose. And Preston."Alexander's jaw tightened. His hand moved slightly closer to Camille's on the table. "And why would we need y
Chapter 108Stefan Rodriguez waited at the corner table of the dimly lit bar, nursing a drink he didn't want. The place reeked of stale beer and cheap perfume, nothing like the upscale establishments he'd frequented during better days. But that was the point. No one would recognize him here. No reporters lurking in corners, no business associates to witness his fall from grace.No one except the woman who had helped destroy his life.The door swung open, letting in a blast of chill evening air. Rose Lewis stood framed in the doorway, scanning the room with narrowed eyes. When she spotted Stefan, her face hardened into the mask he'd grown too familiar with, beautiful and cold as carved ice.She wore black from head to toe, her outfit probably costing more than most people's monthly rent despite her recent financial troubles. Always keeping up appearances. Always the perfect facade.Rose threaded her way between tables, ignoring the appreciative glances from men seated at the bar. She s
Chapter 107The restaurant occupied the entire top floor of a Midtown hotel, overlooking Central Park. Camille arrived fifteen minutes early, a tactic Victoria had taught her, secure the position of power, choose your seat, control the encounter from the first moment.She selected a corner table with her back to the wall, facing both elevators. The host seated her with a professional smile, leaving her alone with her thoughts and a sparkling water she wouldn't drink.Camille smoothed her navy dress, a simple design that concealed the tension in her body. The silver rose pendant Alexander had returned to her hung at her throat, a reminder of who she had been before Rose's betrayal, before Victoria's transformation.Her phone buzzed with a text from Alexander: *Everything okay?*She typed: *They haven't arrived yet.**I'm in the lobby if you need me.*A small smile touched her lips. Alexander hadn't questioned her decision to face her parents alone, but he'd insisted on accompanying her