Chapter 458

Chapter 458:

Victoria’s fingers trembled slightly as she opened another search window, typing in “Richard Pierce family survivors.” The results made her stomach lurch. Richard Pierce, survived by nephew Alexander Pierce, age 16, currently residing with deceased following parents’ estrangement…

Alexander Pierce. Her son-in-law. The man who had married her adopted daughter. The man who had been living in her home, attending her board meetings, sharing her family’s most intimate moments.

Richard Pierce’s nephew.

Victoria closed the laptop with shaking hands, her mind racing through months of interactions with Alexander. Had she seen resemblance? Had there been signs? How had she missed something so fundamental about the man who was now part of her family?

She reached for her secure phone, dialing Jason Chen’s direct line.

“I need a complete background investigation on Alexander Pierce,” she said without preamble. “Everything. Birth records, school transcripts, business dealings, personal relationships. I want to know every detail of his life going back to childhood.”

“Ma’am, he’s been thoroughly vetted. When he married Camille, we ran comprehensive…”

“Run it again. Deeper this time. And Jason? Priority one. I need results today.”

Victoria ended the call and sat back in her chair, staring at the city skyline beyond her windows. If Alexander Pierce was behind these attacks, if Richard’s nephew had spent months infiltrating her company, her family, her daughter’s life—then the game had changed completely.

This wasn’t just corporate espionage anymore. This was personal. This was family. This was blood calling for blood.

Alexander stood in the cemetery as evening shadows lengthened across the headstones. The same cemetery where he had made his promises. The same grave where he had sworn vengeance.

“The Phoenix Grid went down today, Uncle Richard,” he said quietly to the marble marker. “On the anniversary. Victoria Kane felt her empire shake, just like you felt yours crumble fifteen years ago.”

He placed a fresh white lily on the grave, replacing the withered remains of his last visit. “I know you’d want me to stop. To let go of the anger. But I can’t. Not when she’s still out there, still powerful, still pretending she’s innocent.”

His phone buzzed. A text from Camille: Long day dealing with the server crisis. Will be home late. Love you.

Alexander stared at the message, guilt crushing down on him like a physical weight. While his wife worked desperately to fix the damage he had caused, he stood here talking to the dead.

“I love her,” he whispered to the headstone. “I never expected that. I married her for revenge, but I love her now. And I’m destroying everything she’s built.”

The cemetery was quiet except for distant traffic and the rustle of wind through old trees. Alexander knelt and placed his hand flat against the cold marble.

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