Chapter 430

Chapter 430:

But his uncle’s ghost whispered: That too will come. When she learns the truth. When she has to choose. You’ll lose her too.

Night fell over Positano, the lights from hillside homes and restaurants reflecting in the dark water below their villa. Alexander sat on the terrace, laptop open, secure connection established. Camille had gone to bed early, exhausted from their day at the cove and the bottle of wine they’d shared with dinner. Perfect timing. The first real opportunity to view the evidence in seven days.

The secure server contained exactly what “Guardian” had promised: scanned documents bearing Victoria Kane’s signature, approving strategies specifically targeting Pierce Enterprises and Richard Pierce personally. Highlighted sections detailed the ’emotional vulnerability’ of the target and ways to exploit it for maximum effect.

Cold, calculated destruction. Black-and-white proof of Victoria’s deliberate campaign against his uncle.

Alexander’s hand curled into a fist, pulling painfully at his stitches. Here was everything he needed—the ammunition, the justification, the path forward. He could destroy Victoria Kane now, strip away her carefully constructed image as Camille’s savior, and reveal the predator beneath.

A second folder contained police reports, witness statements, forensic findings from his uncle’s suicide. Details Alexander had never been allowed to see as a teenager, protected from the truth by well-meaning adults.

He opened the final document, his breath catching in his throat. A scanned image of a handwritten note on his uncle’s personal stationery. The familiar strong handwriting was shaky, evidence of his deteriorating state:

Victoria Kane has taken everything. There’s nothing left. Tell Alexander I’m sorry. I never meant for it to end this way. The business was supposed to be his future. Now there’s nothing to leave him but debt and shame. He deserves better. I’m sorry I couldn’t fight anymore.

Richard

Tears blurred Alexander’s vision, eleven years of controlled grief breaking free without warning. His uncle had been thinking of him at the end—not just with a passing thought, but with deep concern for Alexander’s future. The business had been meant for him. A legacy stolen by Victoria Kane.

An incoming message alert flashed on the screen. “Guardian” checking in: Received files? Thoughts on next steps?

Alexander stared at the message, mind racing. The evidence was stronger than he’d dared hope. Civil charges, perhaps even criminal liability for Victoria’s deliberate targeting of a vulnerable man, leading directly to his suicide. A case that would destroy Victoria Kane’s reputation, her company, her legacy.

And, by extension, destroy Camille’s world. Again.

“Alex?” Camille’s voice came softly from behind him. “Can’t sleep?”

Alexander closed the laptop with one swift movement, his heart hammering in his chest. “Just checking some emails,” he said, turning to find her in the doorway, wrapped in a sheet, her hair tousled from sleep.

“In the middle of the night? On our honeymoon?” She stepped onto the terrace, moonlight revealing the concern in her eyes. “What’s really going on, Alex?”

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