Chapter 387

Chapter 387:

Now, that victory, like all her others, was being ripped away.

“Effective immediately, I am stepping down as Chief Executive Officer of Kane Industries.”

Murmurs rippled through the hospital common room as other patients tuned in to the broadcast. Someone whispered about stock prices. Someone else bet on who would take over. Rose heard none of it, her focus absolute, her entire body tensed like a predator about to strike.

On screen, Victoria raised her hand, commanding silence from the press corps with that simple gesture.

“The board has approved my successor. Someone who understands not just the business of Kane Industries, but its soul. Someone who has faced destruction and chosen to build instead.”

Rose’s heartbeat quickened. A terrible suspicion formed in her mind.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the new CEO of Kane Industries… Camille Kane.”

The world stopped.

Rose didn’t breathe, didn’t blink, didn’t move as the camera shifted and her sister—her victim, her obsession, her prey—walked into frame.

Camille approached the podium with measured steps, her navy suit perfect against her skin, her hair pulled back in a simple knot. Confidence radiated from her, the assurance of a woman who knew exactly where she belonged. Nothing like the broken, devastated creature who had signed divorce papers from Stefan three years ago. Nothing like the sister Rose had tried to destroy.

“No,” Rose whispered, her voice a thread of sound in the suddenly too-loud room. “NO, no, no.”

But the image didn’t change. Camille stood at the podium, her smile composed as she began to speak.

“Thank you, Victoria. And thank you to the board for their confidence.”

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Rose’s hands began to shake. The voice coming from the television belonged to Camille, but not the Camille she knew. This woman was poised, authoritative, commanding. Her words were measured and precise as she outlined her vision for Kane Industries.

“Look at her,” Rose hissed, too quietly for anyone to hear. “Playing dress-up in Victoria’s clothes.”

But even as the words left her lips, Rose knew they were false. The woman on the screen wasn’t playing at anything. This was real. While Rose had rotted in hospital rooms and court hearings, Camille had been rising. Building. Becoming.

“I come to this position with full awareness of what Kane Industries represents,” Camille was saying, her voice strong and clear. “Not just assets and revenues, but lives and livelihoods. The responsibility is enormous, and I do not take it lightly.”

An older woman shuffling by paused, looking at the screen, then at Rose’s white-knuckled grip on her chair. “You okay there, honey?”

Rose didn’t answer, her eyes never leaving the television.

“She looks important,” the woman persisted, nodding toward Camille. “Someone famous?”

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