Chapter 6
CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW I woke to silk sheets and sunlight. For a moment, I thought I was back in my childhood bedroom, before everything fell apart. But the ceiling above me was unfamiliar, hand-painted cherubs floating in a cloudless sky, framed by gilded molding that probably cost more than my entire wedding. Pain shot through my ribs as I tried to sit up, memories flooding back. The parking garage. Rose's hired thugs. The mysterious woman with silver hair. "Careful." A voice from the doorway made me turn. "Three bruised ribs and a mild concussion. The doctor said you need rest." She stood there like something from a fashion magazine, tailored black pants suit, pearls that definitely weren't fake, silver hair swept into an elegant twist. But it was her eyes that held me. Sharp. Calculating. Hauntingly familiar. "Where am I?" My voice was rough. "Who are you?" "You're safe." She moved into the room with fluid grace, settling into a chair beside my bed. "As for who I am... my name is Victoria Kane." The name hit like a physical shock. Everyone knew Victoria Kane, the ruthless CEO who'd built Kane Industries from nothing, the woman Forbes called 'The Queen of Wall Street.' She was worth billions, moved markets with a phone call, and was rumored to be more powerful than most governments. "Why..." I swallowed hard. "Why am I here?" Something flickered in her eyes, pain, maybe, or memory. "Because Three years ago, I saw a photo in a society magazine. A young woman at some charity gala, wearing a dress that didn't quite fit, smiling bravely while her 'perfect' sister held court." The gala. One of Rose's many triumphs, orchestrated to highlight the difference between us. "The photo caught my attention," Victoria continued, "but it was your eyes that made me look closer. They were... familiar." She reached for her phone, pulling up an image that made my breath catch. A young woman, maybe my age, with my face. My eyes. My smile. "Your daughter?" The resemblance was uncanny. "Sophia." Victoria's voice softened. "She would have been thirty-two this year." Would have been. The words hung heavy in the air. "What happened?" "Car accident. Ten years ago." Her fingers traced the photo. "Though 'accident' is a polite fiction. Her fiancé's family didn't approve of the match. Brake lines are so easily tampered with." Ice slid down my spine. "Did they..." "Face consequences?" A smile that could cut glass. "Eventually. But that's not why you're here." She set down her phone, fixing me with that penetrating gaze. "After I saw your photo, I had you investigated. Learned about your family dynamics. Your marriage. Your sister's... activities." "You've been watching me?" It should have felt creepy, but somehow it didn't. "Why?" "Because I recognized something in you. Something I saw in Sophia. Raw potential, wrapped in other people's expectations. A diamond they tried to pass off as glass." My heart pounded. "I don't understand." "Don't you?" She leaned forward. "I watched you try to fit their mold. Watched you shut away parts of yourself to please them. Watched them clip your wings while convincing you it was for your own good." Tears burned my eyes. "Like the college acceptance." "Which Rose sabotaged. Yes, I know about that too. Just like I know about the diary she forged, the jobs she made sure you didn't get, the friends she slowly turned against you." "You know everything." My voice cracked. "And you just... watched?" "I waited." She stood, moving to the window. "Waited to see if you'd break or bloom. Waited for the moment you finally saw through their perfect lies." The confrontation with Rose flashed through my mind. "And now?" "Now?" She turned back to me, sunlight casting her in silhouette. "Now I'm offering you a choice. You can walk away from all of this. I'll set you up somewhere new, comfortable, far from them. Or..." "Or?" "Or I can teach you to be what they always feared you might become. Powerful. Independent. Free." She moved back to my bedside, and suddenly I saw what made her so formidable. It wasn't just the money or the influence. It was the absolute certainty that the world would bend to her will. "Your sister spent twenty years teaching you about manipulation," she continued. "Let me teach you about power. Real power, not the petty games she plays." "Why?" I had to know. "Because I look like your daughter?" "No." Her hand touched mine, surprisingly warm. "Because you look like I did, forty years ago. Before I learned that the world doesn't give you what you deserve, it gives you what you have the strength to take." I stared at our joined hands, seeing the perfect manicure that probably cost more than my monthly salary. "And if I say yes?" "Then I adopt you. Publicly, legally, completely. You become Camille Kane, heir to everything I've built." Her smile turned sharp. "Imagine your sister's face when she realizes the investor she's been desperately courting is her 'weak' little sister." The thought sent a thrill through me. "She'd lose her mind." "That's just the beginning. I'll teach you everything I know. Business. Strategy. Power. In five years, you won't just survive their games, you'll rewrite the rules." "And what do you get out of this?" Victoria's eyes met mine, and for a moment I saw raw honesty. "A chance to finish what Sophia started. A chance to see someone bloom instead of break. And..." A pause. "A chance to have a daughter again." I thought about my life, the careful box they'd put me in, the dreams they'd stolen, the lies they'd fed me. Thought about Rose's smug smile and Stefan's betrayal and my parents' willing blindness. "When do we start?" Victoria's smile was like sunrise, brilliant and inevitable. "We already have." She reached for a folder on the bedside table. "First, we need to establish your disappearance. Make them think their thugs succeeded." "Let them think I'm..." Understanding dawned. "Let them think they broke me." "For now." She opened the folder, revealing documents, passports, bank statements. "While you heal, while you learn, while you become who you were meant to be." I sat up straighter, ignoring the pain in my ribs. "And then?" "And then?" Victoria Kane, my new mother, smiled like a queen bestowing kingdoms. "Then we show them exactly what happens when you try to cage a wolf in sheep's clothing." Looking at her, I finally understood what real power looked like. Not Rose's petty manipulations or Stefan's inherited privilege. This was something else. Something primal. Something they'd tried to crush in me. But they'd failed. And now they'd pay. "When can I sign the papers?" I asked. Victoria's laugh was rich with promise. "That's my girl." For the first time in fourteen years, those words felt true.Chapter 7ROSE'S POINT OF VIEWMy phone buzzed while I was getting my nails done. Normally, I'd ignore it, Tuesday afternoons are my me-time, after all. But something made me look. Maybe it was intuition. Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was just that delicious feeling I'd had all morning, like something wonderful was about to happen.The headline made me smear the perfect French manicure Julie had just finished on my right hand."LOCAL WOMAN FEARED DEAD AFTER CAR FOUND IN RIVER"My hands shook as I clicked the link, not caring about the ruined nail polish. There it was, in clean black and white: Camille Elizabeth Lewis, age 25, presumed dead after her car was discovered in the Morton River early Tuesday morning. No body recovered. Search ongoing."Oh my God," I whispered, but inside, fireworks were going off. Champagne corks were popping. Every cell in my body wanted to jump up and dance."Everything okay, Miss Lewis?" Julie asked, concerned about my trembling hands.I forced my face into
Chapter 8CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEWThe nightmare grabbed me by the throat, dragging me under before I could fight back.I was standing in the rain outside a restaurant, my face pressed against cold glass, watching Rose and Stefan inside. They sat at a candlelit table, champagne glasses raised in a toast. Stefan wore the tie I'd given him last Christmas. Rose wore my engagement ring.Their laughter reached me somehow, cutting through the glass barrier. They were laughing at me."Did you see her face?" Rose's voice echoed unnaturally loud. "When she found the divorce papers? Like a stupid puppy being abandoned at the shelter."Stefan chuckled, pouring more champagne. "And when she realized it was you? God, I almost felt sorry for her.""Almost," Rose agreed, her smile shark-like. "But not quite. She made it too easy, Stef. Always so desperate to be loved. So willing to believe the lies."They clinked glasses again. The sound transformed into breaking glass, shattering windows, car metal
Chapter 9Victoria stopped at a heavy wooden door, unlocking it with a key from her robe pocket. Inside was a home gym unlike any I'd ever seen, state-of-the-art equipment, mirrors covering one wall, a boxing ring taking up the center of the room.She flipped on lights that mimicked daylight, making me blink at the sudden brightness. Without a word, she crossed to a cabinet and extracted hand wraps and boxing gloves."Put these on."I took them, bewildered. "Victoria, it's the middle of the night.""And you're awake, drowning in self-pity instead of planning your resurrection." Her voice wasn't cruel, just matter-of-fact. "So put them on."My hands trembled as I wrapped them, clumsy from inexperience. Victoria watched, neither helping nor criticizing, until I managed to secure the gloves."Hit that." She pointed to a heavy bag hanging in the corner.I approached it uncertainly. "I've never boxed before.""I'm not teaching you to box. I'm teaching you to channel your rage." She positio
Chapter 10CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEWThe black car moved through morning fog, tires humming against wet roads. I stared out the window, watching trees blur into gray mist. Victoria sat beside me, her face a mask of calm, but her fingers tapped a nervous rhythm on her leather bag."Where are we going?" I asked, breaking the silence that had stretched between us since we left the mansion thirty minutes ago. The papers making me officially Camille Kane had been signed at dawn, the ink barely dry.Victoria's eyes stayed fixed on the passing landscape. "To meet someone important."The car turned onto a narrow road lined with tall iron gates and stone walls. A cemetery. My stomach tightened."Sophia?" I whispered.Victoria nodded once, sharp and quick, like admitting pain. "Today marks ten years since I lost her."The cemetery was empty of visitors, kept private by security guards who nodded respectfully as our car passed. Ancient trees created a natural cathedral over graves that dated back
Chapter 11CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW"Stanford University, class of 2016. Summa cum laude. Double major in Economics and Computer Science."I stared at the diploma in my hands, the heavy paper embossed with gold seals and signatures. My name, Camille Kane written in elegant calligraphy across the center. A degree I never earned from a university I'd never attended."How is this possible?" I asked, running my finger over the raised seal. It felt real. Everything felt real.Victoria sat across from me in her private office, walls lined with dark wood and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. A massive desk separated us, covered with documents spread out like puzzle pieces forming my new life."Money opens many doors," she said, sliding another folder toward me. "People are surprisingly willing to alter records when the price is right. The right donation to the alumni fund, the right conversation with the right dean."I opened the folder to find transcripts, teacher evaluations, even photos of "me
Chapter 12Camille's point of view Rose had posted a "tribute" to me, a carefully filtered photo of us as teenagers, her arm around my shoulders, her face glowing while mine was partly in shadow. "Missing my angel sister every day. Your light was too bright for this world. #SisterLove #Forever"Beneath it, dozens of sympathetic comments. Friends who'd never questioned her role in my marriage's end. Acquaintances eager to attach themselves to her grief narrative.And Stefan, commenting with a simple heart emoji. The man who'd handed me divorce papers on our anniversary, now publicly mourning the wife he'd discarded."Enough," I said finally, closing the laptop. "I've seen what I needed to see."Victoria studied me carefully. "And what do you feel?"I searched myself, digging for the hurt, the rage, the betrayal that should be there. Instead, I found something colder, more focused. Like looking at specimens in a lab."Nothing," I answered honestly. "They're strangers performing in a pl
Chapter 13CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW the "Hold still, please."Dr. Miranda Torres's gloved fingers touched my chin, turning my face gently to catch the light. Her dark eyes studied every curve and angle with the focus of an artist examining marble before the first chisel strike. We sat in her private clinic, a discreet facility hidden behind unmarked doors in a luxury Manhattan building. The consultation room looked more like an upscale spa than a medical office, with soft lighting, expensive artwork, and not a single diploma on display. The credentials were understood, not advertised. Dr. Torres didn't need wall decorations to prove her expertise, her client list of celebrities, politicians, and billionaires spoke for itself."Forgive my directness," she said, releasing my face and sitting back, "but you have excellent bone structure. We won't need to do nearly as much as I initially thought."I glanced at Victoria, who sat in a leather chair in the corner, tablet in hand, seemingly
Chapter 14Camille's point of view Victoria watched with unreadable eyes as Dr. Torres led me to the large bathroom. A white cloth covered the full-length mirror. The doctor positioned me carefully, standing slightly behind my right shoulder."Remember," she said gently, "what you see today is still healing. There's swelling, bruising. The final results won't be visible for weeks. But you'll get a first impression of your new appearance."With that, she pulled away the cloth.I gasped.The woman in the mirror was me, but not me. My face but enhanced in ways that transformed my entire appearance. My cheekbones cast elegant shadows beneath them, giving my face a sculpted quality it had never possessed before. My jawline looked stronger, more defined. My brows arched slightly higher, making my eyes appear larger, more commanding.Even through residual swelling and faint bruising, I could see the changes Dr. Torres had created. Subtle individually, powerful collectively. My lips had a ne
Chapter 29CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEWThe engagement party filled the screen before me, bright lights and beautiful people swirling in celebration. I sat motionless in Victoria's guest suite, hands folded in my lap, breathing measured despite the storm in my chest. Three cameras captured the event from different angles, ensuring not a single moment of joy would go undocumented.Joy for them. Torture for me.The Rodriguez family estate had been transformed into a fairytale setting, white roses everywhere, crystal chandeliers hanging from pavilions, string quartet playing softly. Two hundred guests in designer formal wear, champagne flowing freely, laughter rising into the night air.And at the center of it all, Rose and Stefan. My sister and my ex-husband."The engagement of the year," the entertainment reporter gushed. "Stefan Rodriguez, heir to the Rodriguez shipping fortune, and renowned fashion designer Rose Lewis have finally made their relationship official after a respectful period
Chapter 28ROSE'S POINT OF VIEW"You've been distant lately," I said, stirring my coffee with practiced precision. Three clockwise turns, no more, no less. Morning sunlight streamed through the windows of Stefan's penthouse, our penthouse now, though I maintained my own apartment for appearance's sake.Eight months since Camille's "death." Eight months of nurturing Stefan through grief, providing just enough comfort to keep him dependent without allowing him to fully heal. A delicate balance, but one I'd mastered through years of subtle manipulation.Stefan looked up from his newspaper, dark circles beneath his eyes betraying another sleepless night. "Have I? Sorry. Work's been demanding."A lie. His family company practically ran itself, generations of wealth ensuring he needed to do little more than show up for board meetings and sign occasional papers. No, what kept him awake wasn't work but guilt. The gift that kept giving."I worry about you," I reached across the table, taking h
CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW"Neurix Technologies," Victoria said, sliding the folder across her desk. "Twenty-seven employees. Promising neural interface technology. Currently entertaining acquisition offers.""And?" I asked, waiting for the catch. With Victoria, there was always a catch."And you'll be handling the acquisition." She leaned back, expression unreadable. "Alone."My heart stuttered. After eight months of shadowing Victoria at Kane Industries, this was my first real test."Their valuation?""They're asking ninety million. They're worth sixty-five, at most. I want them for fifty.""When do negotiations begin?""Two hours. The meeting is set for eleven at our downtown offices."My head snapped up. "Today? You're giving me two hours to prepare?"A small, cold smile played at her mouth. "In business, opportunities rarely announce themselves weeks in advance. Besides, you've had eight months of preparation.""Who am I negotiating against?""Marcus Whitfield."The name hit me like
STEFAN'S POINT OF VIEWThe bourbon burned down my throat, a welcome fire against the cold emptiness spreading through my chest. I signaled the bartender for another. My fourth? Fifth? I'd lost count hours ago."You sure about that, buddy?" he asked, eyeing the empty glasses."Just pour the damn drink," I growled.The alcohol couldn't drown the words that had haunted me all day: Martin Greene reading Camille's will, her final message cutting through me like a blade.*"To my former husband, Stefan Rodriguez, I return the engagement ring that belonged to his grandmother, with the hope that next time he gives it, it will be with honesty and true devotion."*The ring sat heavy in my pocket, retrieved from the safety deposit box this morning. Grandmother Rosa's ring. Three generations of Rodriguez women had worn it before I'd placed it on Camille's finger, promising forever with words that turned to ash in my mouth.Thirty million dollars and the Cedar Hill estate. All of it to charity. Not
ROSE'S POINT OF VIEWI slammed my apartment door so hard the walls shook. The sound echoed through the empty space, matching the thunder in my heart. My hands shook as I poured myself a drink, spilling expensive whiskey on the marble counter."Damn you, Camille," I whispered, then screamed it: "DAMN YOU!"The crystal glass flew from my hand, shattering against the wall in a spray of amber liquid and broken dreams. Thirty million dollars. The Cedar Hill estate. All of it gone to those worthless foster kids.My legs gave out and I slid to the kitchen floor, surrounded by the mess I'd made. Just like my life - everything perfect on the surface, chaos underneath. And now Camille, sweet, stupid Camille, had managed to ruin everything even from the grave."You think you're so clever, don't you?" I spoke to the empty air, imagining her ghost watching me fall apart. "Little Miss Perfect with her secret fortune. Did you laugh about it? Did you enjoy knowing you had something I didn't?"I grabb
ROSE'S POINT OF VIEWThe law office of Berkman, Wade, and Associates smelled of leather, money, and superiority. I adjusted my black dress and studied the others in the conference room. Mom dabbed at her eyes with a monogrammed handkerchief. Dad stared blankly at the polished table. Stefan sat apart from us, face drawn and pale.All of us performing our assigned roles. The grieving family. The heartbroken ex-husband. A perfect tableau of loss.And why wouldn't we? Camille was dead. I knew that for certain. The men I'd hired hadn't just scared her as originally planned, they'd gone further, forcing her car off that bridge, watching it sink into the dark water. They'd called me afterward, panic in their voices. I'd paid them extra for their silence, then cut all contact.Martin Greene entered, carrying a leather portfolio. Dad's longtime lawyer looked appropriately grave as he took a seat."Thank you all for coming," he said. "With the court having legally declared Camille deceased in a
Chapter 23CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEWThe scream ripped from my throat before I was fully awake, my body jackknifing upright in bed. Sweat soaked through my silk nightgown, heart hammering against my ribs like it might break through. For a moment, I didn't know where I was, lost in the space between nightmare and reality.Rose's face, smiling as I drowned. Stefan watching from the shore, doing nothing. Their fingers intertwined as they witnessed my death, as casual as if they were watching a sunset."Ms. Kane?" A knock at my bedroom door. "Do you need assistance?"The night guard. New guy. Torres or Torrez. I couldn't remember his name. Victoria rotated security personnel regularly, another layer of protection in her perfectly orchestrated world."I'm fine," I called back, voice steadier than I felt. "Just a dream.""Yes, ma'am. Dr. Reed has been notified as per protocol."Of course she had. Everything in Victoria's mansion was monitored, measured, reported. Privacy was a luxury I'd surr
Chapter 22ROSE'S POINT OF VIEWThe shoe sat on Detective Ramirez's desk between us. A woman's size seven pump, once black, now gray-green from three months underwater. The heel had broken off, but the designer's red sole remained visible. Louboutin. Unmistakably Camille's."Is this your sister's shoe, Ms. Lewis?" Detective Ramirez asked, his tired eyes watching my reaction carefully.I reached for it with trembling fingers, a calculated tremor I'd practiced thatmorning. "Yes," I whispered, voice breaking on cue. "She wore these the last time I saw her. A gift from our parents for her birthday."The lie slid out smoothly. In truth, I'd given Camille those shoes when she landed her first job, playing the generous big sister while privately mocking her pathetic excitement over my hand-me-downs."Does seeing this personal item bring up any new thoughts about your sister's state of mind before her disappearance?"An interesting question. Not "accident" or "drowning," but "disappearance."
Chapter 21Camille's point of view Victoria's gaze sharpened. "Yes. Every lesson, every challenge, every seemingly excessive demand, they all serve that purpose. To make you stronger than Sophia was. More prepared for the dangers wealth and power attract.""And to make me capable of the revenge you've planned.""That too," she acknowledged. "The people who hurt you must pay for what they've done. But beyond revenge lies something more important, your future. What you'll build after justice is served."I considered her words, understanding for the first time that Victoria's vision extended beyond my usefulness as an instrument of revenge. She was investing in me for reasons beyond my resemblance to Sophia or my vendetta against Rose."I still shouldn't have come in here without permission," I said after a moment. "This space is sacred to you. I violated that."Victoria sighed, tension visibly leaving her shoulders. "Perhaps it was inevitable. Perhaps it was even necessary." She turned