Chapter 348

Chapter 348:

Camille looked around the cabin, searching for anything that might help her escape. The ropes were too tight, the knots too professional. But Rose had made one mistake. She had left the laptop.

Closed, but still there on the table. If Camille could somehow get to it, somehow open it, maybe she could send a warning. Alert Alexander. Save Victoria.

Straining against her bonds, Camille worked to inch the heavy chair across the floor toward the table. Each movement was agony, the ropes digging into her wrists and ankles, but the thought of Victoria in danger drove her forward.

Outside, she heard voices—Rose speaking to someone. She had minutes at most.

Desperation gave her strength. The chair legs scraped across the wooden floor as she fought to reach the table, to somehow save the people she loved before Rose destroyed them one by one.

And as she struggled, one thought burned in her mind: This place, this cabin where they had once been sisters, would not become the site of Rose’s final victory. Whatever it took, whatever she had to endure, she would not let Rose win. Not this time. Not ever.

Alexander stared at the map spread across Victoria’s dining table, his eyes burning from lack of sleep. Twenty hours since Camille’s abduction. Twenty hours of dead ends and false leads. He marked another X on the map, another empty location searched and cleared.

“Nothing at the warehouse in Queens,” he reported, his voice rough with exhaustion. “Just like the other three properties.”

Across the table, Stefan Rodriguez nodded grimly. The two men hadn’t spoken directly in the past hours, communicating only through updates and tactical discussions. Their shared history—Stefan as Camille’s ex-husband, who had chosen Rose over her—hung between them like an invisible wall.

“She’s playing with us,” Stefan said, studying the pattern of X marks across the map. “Leading us in circles while she keeps Camille somewhere we haven’t even considered.”

Alexander’s jaw tightened. The thought of working with Stefan still turned his stomach, but the man knew Rose better than anyone. Knew how she thought. How she planned.

“Tell me again about the properties you knew about,” Alexander demanded. “Every detail.”

Stefan ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “I’ve told you everything I know. The apartment in Manhattan. The storage unit in Queens. The house upstate. The beach property in Hampton. We’ve checked them all. The hunting cabin.”

“And found nothing,” Alexander slammed his fist on the table, frustration finally breaking through his controlled exterior. “Nothing but tiny clues leading to more empty locations.”

Victoria entered the room, moving more slowly than usual but with eyes as sharp as ever. “The FBI team just reported in. They found something at the storage unit.”

Both men turned to her instantly.

“Receipts,” Victoria continued. “For construction materials. Delivered to an address in the Catskills. They’re checking it now.”

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