Chapter 187
Chapter 187:
The same outlet that had sought to humiliate them hours earlier was now framing their relationship as aspirational, forward-thinking, revolutionary. The article quoted relationship experts, business analysts, and social commentators, all praising the couple’s approach to the situation.
Camille felt a surge of satisfaction that went beyond professional victory. This was personal vindication, proof that she had truly transformed from the woman who had once been destroyed by betrayal into someone who could face humiliation with dignity and emerge stronger.
“Ready?” Alexander asked, offering his hand.
She took it, feeling the warmth of his fingers around hers. “Ready.”
Together, they walked toward the elevator, preparing to step out again into the public eye, not as victims of an invasion, but as a united front, stronger for having weathered their first storm together.
Behind them, screens continued to light up with supportive messages and rising stock prices.
The story was no longer about leaked photos or fabricated documents. It was about two people who had chosen to stand together, openly and without shame, turning vulnerability into strength.
Rose hurled the crystal glass across the penthouse. It shattered against the wall in a spray of liquid and glittering shards. On the television screen, Camille and Alexander stood side by side at their press conference, hands joined, faces composed, turning what should have been their greatest humiliation into a triumph.
“How?” Rose screamed at the screen. “How is this happening?”
She grabbed the remote, increasing the volume to hear her sister’s dignified, unashamed voice: “Eyes, Alexander Pierce and I are in a relationship. It began recently, but it is genuine and important to both of us.”
“Genuine. Important.” The words burned in Rose’s ears like acid. This was not how it was supposed to go. Camille should have been destroyed by this exposure, her reputation in tatters, her position at Kane Industries compromised. Instead, she stood there with perfect poise, Alexander at her side, accepting no blame, showing no weakness.
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Rose grabbed another glass, ready to send it flying, when the penthouse door opened. Herod entered, his face a thundercloud of barely contained rage. He tossed his phone onto the coffee table, where it displayed the Kane Industries stock ticker, up eight points and climbing.
“They’ve turned it around completely,” he said, his voice dangerously quiet. “The market is responding positively to their announcement. The financial documents we planted are being questioned by every major outlet.”
“I can see that,” Rose snapped, gesturing to the television where financial analysts were now discussing the “Kane-Pierce power alliance” with enthusiasm. “They’re practically celebrating them!”
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