Chapter 431

Chapter 431:

For one wild moment, he considered telling her everything. Showing her the documents, the suicide note, the proof of Victoria’s true nature. Laying his divided heart bare and begging for understanding.

The moment passed. He could not destroy her happiness, not here in Italy, not when she had already suffered so much loss and betrayal. Not when Victoria’s recovery meant everything to her.

“Nothing important,” he said, the lie bitter on his tongue. “Just trouble sleeping.”

Camille studied his face, seeing more than he wanted to show. “Come back to bed,” she said finally, holding out her hand. “Whatever it is, it can wait until morning.”

Alexander took her hand, following her inside, leaving the laptop and its damning evidence on the terrace table. His phone buzzed in his pocket, another message from “Guardian”—no doubt demanding answers, planning next steps, urging action.

He ignored it, focusing instead on Camille’s hand in his, the warmth of her body as they slipped between cool sheets, the trust in her eyes that he had done nothing to deserve.

Tomorrow they would return to New York. Tomorrow the real decisions would begin. Tomorrow he would have to choose between honoring his uncle’s memory and preserving his marriage.

Tonight, he could only hold his wife close, knowing each tender touch might be among their last once the truth shattered the beautiful lie of their perfect honeymoon.

Victoria Kane stood at her office window, watching rain stream down the glass in crooked rivers. The sky hung heavy and dark over Manhattan, matching her mood. While Camille and Alexander continued their extended honeymoon in Italy, basking in Mediterranean sun and newlywed joy, Victoria faced a concerning situation alone.

Behind her, Jason Chen, head of Kane Industries security, waited. His reflection in the window looked as grim as she felt. On her desk lay a folder, the reason for this unscheduled meeting, the reason for the sudden tightness in her chest.

“When did this start?” Victoria asked, not turning from the window.

“First breach was detected nine days ago,” Jason replied. “Initially appeared random. The pattern only became clear yesterday when we ran a full system audit.”

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Victoria traced a raindrop’s path down the glass with her finger. “And you’re certain about the focus?”

“Yes. The searches were methodical. Starting with general corporate records from fifteen years ago, then narrowing to specific archived files, then to particular board members and executive decisions from that period.”

Victoria closed her eyes briefly. Fifteen years. Ancient history in the business world. But someone was digging through old corporate records with deliberate precision.

“Any indication who’s behind it?” she asked, her voice sharp with concern.

“Not yet. The access came through multiple points using legitimate employee credentials. Whoever it is knows our security protocols extremely well.”

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