Chapter 345
Chapter 345:
Camille tested the ropes binding her wrists. No give at all. Rose noticed and smiled.
“Don’t bother. My men are professionals. Former military. They know how to keep someone secure.”
“Where are they now?” Camille asked, looking around the empty cabin’s main room.
“Around,” Rose said vaguely. “Keeping watch. Making sure your boyfriend and his security teams don’t interrupt our sister time.” She sat down again, leaning uncomfortably close. “We have so much catching up to do.”
Despite the pounding in her head and the fear churning in her stomach, Camille met Rose’s gaze steadily. “They’ll find me, Rose. Alexander, Victoria, the FBI—they’re looking for me right now.”
Rose’s smile widened. “Counting on it. But they won’t find you in time.”
“In time for what?”
“In time to save you?” Rose shrugged. “That depends on how you define ‘save.’ Will they find you alive? Probably. Will they find you whole? Unbroken? Now that’s a different question entirely.”
A chill ran down Camille’s spine, but she kept her expression neutral. Victoria had taught her well—never show weakness to an opponent. And Rose was nothing if not an opponent now.
“What do you want?” Camille asked again. “You’ve had months to plan. Weeks to prepare. Now you have me. So what’s the point of all this?”
Rose stood again, moving to a table where a laptop sat open. “The point? Oh, sister dear, the point is to take everything from you. Just as you took everything from me.” She tapped a few keys on the laptop. “But not all at once. That would be too… merciful.”
The screen lit up, showing a split view of four different camera feeds. Camille recognized them immediately: Victoria’s lake house, Alexander’s apartment, her parents’ home, and the Kane Industries building.
“I’ve been watching all of them,” Rose explained, her voice casual, as if discussing the weather. “Planning my next move.”
Horror bloomed in Camille’s chest. “Rose, don’t. They’ve done nothing to you.”
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“Nothing?” Rose’s voice rose sharply. “Victoria Kane took you in, made you her heir, gave you everything I should have had. Alexander Pierce loves you, protects you, stood by you. Our parents chose you over me, abandoned me when I needed them most. Again and again, they all chose you.”
She moved closer, her face inches from Camille’s. “And now they’ll pay for that choice. One by one. While you watch. Unable to warn them. Unable to save them.”
Camille fought to keep her breathing steady, not allowing herself to show the terror gripping her heart. “Why not just kill me then? Why go after them?”
“Because death is too quick, too clean,” Rose explained, her tone frighteningly reasonable. “I want you to live, Camille. Live knowing everyone you love died because of you. Live with that pain eating away at you every day, just as I’ve lived with the knowledge that I was never enough. Never the daughter they wanted. Never the sister you valued.”
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