Chapter 467

Chapter 467:

Camille’s vision blurred as the words sank in. Richard Pierce. Alexander’s uncle. The man who’d died by suicide after losing his company.

Alexander believed Victoria had destroyed his uncle. Alexander thought Victoria was a killer. Alexander had married her for revenge.

The safe contained one more item. A single sheet of paper with handwriting she recognized as Alexander’s:

Phase 1: Gain Camille’s trust.

Phase 2: Access Kane Industries from within.

Phase 3: Systematic destruction of company assets.

Phase 4: Public exposure of Victoria’s crimes.

Phase 5: Complete financial ruin.

At the bottom, in red ink: For Uncle Richard. Justice will be served. Started two days before the engagement party.

Camille’s legs gave out. She collapsed into Alexander’s leather chair, the journal still clutched in her hands. The engagement party. That was when everything changed. When Alexander learned the truth about his uncle’s death. He’d loved her before that night. She was sure of it. The way he’d looked at her, touched her, held her during those early months—that had been real. But after their engagement party, after someone told him about Victoria’s role in his uncle’s death, everything became a lie.

Their wedding. Their honeymoon. Every “I love you” since that night. All of it had been him using her love to get revenge on Victoria.

The man she’d married, the man she’d fallen in love with, the man who’d held her while she cried about Rose’s betrayal—he was using her. Just like Stefan had. Just like Rose had.

But this was worse. So much worse.

Alexander had loved her first. She’d felt it, seen it in his eyes, known it in her bones. But then someone had poisoned that love with lies about Victoria. Someone had turned the man who truly cared for her into a weapon aimed at her heart.

𝓵𝖆𝓉𝓔𝓢𝓣 ςհ𝓪ρ𝓽𝖊𝗋𝓈 𝗀𝖺Ⱡn𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈․ⅽ𝗼𝗺

The beginning had been real. Their courtship, their early days together, the way he’d made her feel safe after Rose’s betrayal—all of that had been genuine love. But their engagement, their wedding, their marriage—it had all been built on a foundation of revenge.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Alexander was home early.

Panic shot through her as she realized what she’d done. The safe door was open, papers scattered across the desk, evidence of her discovery everywhere. If Alexander found her like this…

She moved faster than she’d ever moved in her life. Photos back in order, folder closed, journal replaced exactly as she’d found it. She slammed it shut and locked the cabinet, shoving the key back behind his laptop where she’d found it.

By the time Alexander appeared in the doorway, she was standing by the window with the quarterly reports in her hands, looking out at the city as if she’d been waiting patiently for his return.

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