Chapter 455

Chapter 455:

“And now it’s yours,” Richard added, his voice gentle. “You’ve proven yourself worthy of the Lewis name, sweetheart. In business and in life.”

Tears spilled down Camille’s cheeks as Margaret fastened the necklace around her neck. The diamonds caught the chandelier light, sending rainbow sparkles across her skin. She looked like royalty, as though she belonged in this world of old money and older traditions.

Alexander stared at his wife, seeing her transformed by wealth, love, and acceptance. The necklace alone was worth more than most people made in a lifetime. It represented power, status, a place in society that couldn’t be bought—only inherited.

“It’s beautiful,” he managed to say, his voice rough with emotions he couldn’t name.

“You look stunning, darling,” Margaret said, stepping back to admire her daughter. “Absolutely stunning.”

Camille stood and moved to a mirror hanging on the dining room wall, touching the necklace with reverent fingers. “I can’t believe it’s really mine.”

“Believe it,” Richard said. “You’re a Lewis. This is your birthright.”

Alexander watched his wife admire herself in the mirror, wearing ten million dollars around her neck like it was nothing. These people could give away fortunes as casual gifts. They had saved Kane Industries with a few phone calls. They moved in circles where his uncle’s death would be dismissed as a minor business casualty.

How was he supposed to fight against that kind of power? How could one man seeking justice compete with centuries of accumulated wealth and influence?

“We should head home soon,” Camille said reluctantly, still touching the necklace. “Work tomorrow.”

“Of course,” Margaret nodded. “But promise me you’ll wear that to the charity gala next month. I want everyone to see how beautiful you look.”

As they prepared to leave, Richard pulled Alexander aside while the women said their goodbyes.

𝐋𝚊𝓉𝐞𝑠𝓉 сһα𝓹𝖙𝑒𝗋𝓈 𝖌𝗮𝓁𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝚌𝗈𝗆

“I like you,” Richard said quietly. “You make my daughter happy. But I want you to understand something.”

Alexander tensed, preparing for whatever was coming.

“Camille is everything to us. We failed her once, and we won’t fail her again.” Richard’s voice was calm but carried an unmistakable edge. “Anyone who tries to hurt her will discover exactly what the Lewis family is capable of.”

Alexander met the older man’s gaze steadily. “I would never hurt Camille.”

“Good.” Richard smiled, but his eyes remained cold. “I’m glad we understand each other.”

In the car driving home, Camille couldn’t stop touching the necklace. “Can you believe they gave me this? It’s like something from a fairy tale.”

Alexander drove through the dark streets, his mind racing. The evening had shown him exactly what he was up against. The Lewis family didn’t just have money—they had power, connections, the ability to destroy anyone who threatened their interests.

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