Chapter 347

Chapter 347:

Camille watched helplessly as Rose studied the surveillance feeds, her finger tracing Victoria’s image on the screen. “Tomorrow I start with Victoria. Such a shame her cancer treatment will take a sudden turn for the worse.”

“Please,” Camille begged, all pride forgotten. “Don’t hurt her. Hurt me instead. I’m the one you want to punish.”

Rose looked up, something cold and calculating in her eyes. “Oh, I am hurting you,” she said quietly. “More than if I used knives or fists. I’m taking away the people you love.”

“One by one. Forcing you to watch. Unable to save them.” She closed the laptop. “It’s already in motion, sister dear. My plan is set. Soon, Victoria Kane will suffer a tragic setback. Such a shame, after she seemed to be improving so well.”

Tears streamed down Camille’s face now, unchecked. “Rose, please. It’s not too late to stop this.”

“It was too late months ago,” Rose replied, standing up. “Too late when they chose you over me. Too late when they abandoned me for trying to make things fair. Too late when Victoria Kane saved you from that parking garage and made you her heir while I lost everything.” She smiled, a terrible, empty expression. “Now all I can do is make things even. Take from you what you took from me.”

“And then what?” Camille asked, desperately trying to reach whatever humanity might remain in her sister. “After you’ve killed everyone I love. After you’ve broken me. What then, Rose?”

For a moment, Rose looked confused, as if she hadn’t thought beyond her revenge. “Then… then we’re even.”

“And will that make you happy?” Camille pressed. “Will that fill the emptiness inside you? The hurt? The pain?”

Rose turned away. “Stop it.”

“Will killing Victoria bring back our family? Will hurting Alexander erase what happened? Will destroying me heal you?”

“STOP IT!” Rose whirled back, her face contorted with rage and something else—uncertainty. “You don’t get to question me. You don’t get to judge me. Not after everything you’ve taken.”

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Camille saw it then, the hairline crack in Rose’s certainty. The moment of doubt. She pushed harder. “I never took anything from you, Rose. You destroyed it yourself. And this revenge won’t give it back.”

For a heartbeat, Rose seemed to waver. Then her face hardened again. “Nice try, sister dear. But your psychological games won’t work on me. I’ve been planning this for too long. Waiting for this moment.”

She moved to the door. “I’m going to check with my men. When I come back, we will continue.” She smiled, cold and empty. “Won’t that be fun? A little sister’s reunion.”

The door closed behind her, leaving Camille alone with the knowledge that Victoria was in immediate danger, that Alexander would be next, that everyone she loved had a target on their back, and she was powerless to warn them.

But Rose’s moment of uncertainty lingered in her mind. The crack in her sister’s armor. Small, almost invisible, but real.

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