Chapter 469

Chapter 469:

When Alexander returned to bed, Camille forced her breathing to stay even and slow. He settled beside her, one arm draping over her waist like always.

“Sleep well, beautiful,” he whispered against her hair. “Tomorrow’s going to be a big day.”

Camille stared into the darkness, her mind spinning. Everyone she’d ever trusted had betrayed her. Stefan, Rose, and now Alexander. The three people who were supposed to love her most had all used that love to destroy her.

But this time felt different. This time, she wasn’t the naive woman who’d signed divorce papers in shock or the broken victim who’d nearly died in a parking garage.

This time, she was Camille Kane. Victoria’s daughter. The woman who’d built an empire and survived her sister’s attempts to murder her.

And if Alexander Pierce thought he could use her love to destroy her family, he was about to learn exactly how wrong he could be. The game wasn’t over. It was just beginning.

Camille sat at their kitchen table, watching Alexander pour coffee into two mugs. His movements were the same as always—careful, precise, loving. He added cream to hers without asking, remembering exactly how she liked it. The small gesture that used to make her heart warm now felt like another piece of evidence in his performance.

She’d barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw those photos of Victoria. The security plans. Richard Pierce’s journal entries filled with rage and anger. Alexander’s handwritten revenge list with dates that proved he’d planned their wedding, knowing the truth about his uncle.

“You’re quiet this morning,” Alexander said, setting her mug down and kissing the top of her head. Another normal gesture that now felt poisoned.

Camille wrapped her fingers around the warm ceramic, needing something solid to hold onto. “We need to talk.”

Something in her tone made Alexander pause. He sat down across from her, his dark eyes searching her face. “What’s wrong?”

For a moment, she almost lost her nerve. This was Alexander. The man who’d held her when she cried about Rose. Who’d stood beside her when Victoria was in the hospital. Who’d promised to love her forever in front of everyone they cared about.

Ⱡ𝖆𝓉𝓮𝓼𝓉 ςһ𝓪ρ𝑡𝑒𝗋𝓈 ⳑ𝖆𝓁𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗺

But then she remembered his voice in the darkness last night: She suspects nothing.

“I found the safe,” she said quietly.

Alexander went completely still. The coffee mug stopped halfway to his lips. His face didn’t change, but something shifted behind his eyes. The warmth disappeared, replaced by something cold and calculating. “Which safe?” he asked, but they both knew he was buying time.

“The one in your office. Behind the cabinet. With the surveillance photos of Victoria.”

Alexander set down his mug with careful control. He stared at the table for a long moment, and Camille could almost see him deciding what to say. How much to admit. How to handle this complication in his plan.

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