SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 113

Victoria Kane sat propped against white hospital pillows, her silver hair swept back

from her face in a neat chignon. Even in a hospital gown, connected to monitors that beeped rhythmically in the

background, she maintained an air of command. The room, the hospital's finest pr Her lawyer, Frederick Winters,

a man who had

served the Kane family for thirty years, sat in an armchair beside the bed. His silver-

rimmed glasses caught the afternoon light as he arranged documents with practiced precision.

"You're certain about this?" he asked, his voice low and measured. "The board will have questions."

Victoria's mouth thinned. "The board's questions

are not my concern, Frederick. My decision is final."

The door opened, and Camille entered, dressed in a tailored navy suit that Victoria recognized as one she had

selected for her. Their eyes met, an understanding passing between them. Victoria g "Good, you're here. We can

begin."

Camille glanced at Frederick, then back to Victoria. "Begin what?"

"Updating my will," Victoria answered matter-of-factly. "Please, sit."

Camille lowered herself into the chair, her movements careful, as if the ground beneath her might suddenly give

way. For the past two days, she had been splitting her tbetween

the hospital and Kane Industries, maintaining the fiction that Victoria was simply working remotely while

recovering from exhaustion. Only Alexander knew the truth, that Victoria was fighting for

"Is this rea

necessary right now?" Camille asked quietly. "The doctors said you should rest before tomorrow's procedure."

Victoria waved away her concern.

"| don't leave matters of importance to chance, Camille. You know that."

Frederick cleared his throat. "Ms. Kane has askedto prepare a new version of her last will and testament,

along with updated instructions

regarding the control of Kane Industries in the event of her... incapacitation."

Camille's fingers tightened on the armrests. "You're going to be

fine. The doctors said the procedure has an excellent success rate."

"Of course,"

Victoria said, though something in her eyes suggested she was less certain

than her words implied. "But prudence dictates preparation, regardless of probability."

She turned to Frederick. "Proceed."

Frederick adjusted his glasses. "The primary change concerns the disposition of Ms. Kane's personal estate and

her controlling interest in Kane Industries. Previously, these assets were divided He glanced at Victoria, who

nodded for him to continue.

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"Under the new will, Ms.

Kane names you, Camille Kane, as her sole heir and successor. This includes all personal property, financial

assets, real estate holdings, and her sixty percent controlling interest in Kane Industr Camille felt the air leave

her lungs in a rush. She

stared at Victoria, searching her face for sexplanation. "Victoria, I..."

"The decision is made," Victoria interrupted, her tone brooking no argument. She turned to Frederick. "Show her

the documents."

Frederick handed Camille a thick folder. She opened it with unsteady fingers, scanning pages dense with legal

terminology. Numbers jumped out at her, figures with so many zeros they seemed u "This is... everything," she

whispered.

"Yes," Victoria confirmed simply.

"But why? There must be others, board members who've been

with you for decades, charitable foundations, relatives...."

"No relatives," Victoria corrected. "Not since Sophia." A shadow crossed her face at the mention of her daughter.

"As for the board, they serve at the pleasure of the controlling shareholder. And stipulated in separate

agreements."

Victoria's gaze held Camille's, unwavering. "You are my heir, Camille. The daughter of my choice, if not my

blood. | have watched you transform from a woman broken by

betrayal into someone extraordinary. Someone worthy of everything I've built."

Emotion closed Camille's throat. She thought of the night Victoria had found her in that hotel parking garage,

beaten and left for dead by Rose's hired thugs. The moment Victoria had offered her

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something unexpected, a bond between her and Victoria that transcended mentor and student.

"There are a few additional

provisions," Frederick continued when Camille remained silent. "A personal letter to be delivered to you in the

event of Ms. Kane's death. Instructions for the continuation of the Phoenix Grid project. And specific directives

regarding certain individuals Ms. Kane considers... adversaries."

Victoria's lips curved in a cold smile. "Insurance policies, you might say."

Camille knew she meant Rose and Herod. Even facing surgery, Victoria was thinking ten moves ahead, planning

counters to attacks that hadn't yet materialized.

"I don't want to have this conversation," Camille said suddenly. "You're going to survive the surgery. You're going

to recover. We can discuss succession plans after you're back at the office." Victoria reached out, taking

Camille's hand in a rare gesture of physical affection. Her skin felt cool and paper-

thin, the blue veins visible beneath the surface.

"Camille," she said softly. "Look at me."

Camille raised her eyes reluctantly.

"I have lived my life preparing for every possibility," Victoria continued. "It's why I've survived this long in a world

eager to see women likefail. Tomorrow may go perfectly according to plan- | certainly intend it to-

but I will not leave anything to chance. Not my company. Not my legacy. And especially not your future."

She squeezed Camille's hand once before releasing it. "Now, shall

we proceed with the signatures, Frederick?" Frederick nodded, extracting

a silver pen from his breast pocket. "If you'll initial here, Ms. Kane, and sign on the final page." Victoria took the

pen, her hand steady as she marked the documents. The scratch of the nib agains only sound in the room

besides the quiet beeping of the monitors.

When she finished, she handed the

pen to Camille. "Your signature is required as witness and acknowledging recipient." Camille hesitated, the pen

heavy in her hand. Signing felt like admitting a possibility she refused to accept-that Victoria might not survive.

"This changes nothing

about tomorrow," Victoria said, reading her thoughts. "It simply ensures that no matter what happens, you will

be protected. Kane Industries will be protected."

Camille took a

deep breath and signed her name. The letters seemed strange to her-

Camille Kane-st unfamiliar

after all this time. A nVictoria had given her, along with a new identity, a new purpose, a

an empire.

omewhat now, potentially,

Frederick collected

the documents, slipping them into his briefcase. "I'll file these immediately. By this ttomorrow, everything

will be legally.binding."

Victoria nodded. "Thank you, Frederick. That will be all."

The lawyer stood, buttoning his jacket. "If | may say so, Ms. Kane... it's been an honor serving you these many

years." Something passed between them- thirty years of history distilled into a single look. Then Frederick bowed

slightly and left the room, the door closing softly behind him.

Silence settled around them. Outside the window, the sun was beginning to set, painting the city skyline in

shades of gold and amber. "You didn't have to do this," Camille said finally.

"Yes," Victoria countered. "I did."

She shifted against the pillows, a flicker of discomfort crossing her features. "When

Sophia died, I lost my future. Everything | had built suddenly felt hollow. What was the point of creating an

empire if there was no one

to inherit it?" She looked toward the window, her profile

sharp against the fading light. "Then you cinto

my life. Not as a replacement for Sophia-no one could ever be that-

but as something unexpected. A second chance, perhaps."

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Camille had never heard Victoria speak so openly about her feelings. It frightened her more than the surgery,

more than the cancer, more than the will. Victoria Kane did not share her inner thoug "When | took you in,"

Victoria continued, "it was partly for Sophia. You remindedof her, your potential, your raw strength that

others had tried to crush. | thought helping you would somehow She turned back to Camille, her eyes clear and

direct. "But somewhere along the way, it becabout you. Just you. The woman you were becoming. The

woman you are now."

Camille felt tears threatening and fought them back. Victoria despised emotional displays.

"I'm not ready to take your place," she admitted.

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Victoria's expression softened marginally. "No one ever feels ready for power, Camille. Those who think they are

invariably prove themselves unworthy of it."

She gestured to the bedside table. "Handthat folder-the blue one."

Camille passed it to her. Victoria opened it, removing several sheets of paper covered in her distinctive

handwriting.

"These are notes I've prepared for you. Things | want you to know, strategies | might not have tto teach

you." She hesitated, uncharacteristically uncertain. "And spersonal thoughts as v She held out the papers.

Camille took them, careful not to let their hands touch, afraid that physical contact

might break the fragile control she was maintaining.

"Read them after I'm in surgery," Victoria instructed. "They might help you understand... certain decisions I've

made." A nurse entered the room, carrying a tray of medication. "Tfor your pre- op preparation, Ms. Kane."

Victoria nodded. "Very well." She looked at Camille. "You should go. Get srest. Tomorrow will be a long day."

Camille stood, clutching the folder to her chest. She the complexity of her feelings, but words seemed

inadequate.

"I'll be here when you wake up," she promised instead.

Victoria's mouth curved slightly. "I expect nothing less.

At the door, Camille paused and looked

back. Victoria was already speaking to the nurse, her manner

brisk and businesslike, showing no trace of fear about the procedure that awaited her. The sight struck Camille

with a sudden clarity, this was the kind of strength she had been learning all these company, but the courage to

face whatever cwith unflinching resolve.

Outside in the corridor, Camille leaned against the wall, the folder pressed against her heart like a shield.

Throughout her transformation from Camille Lewis to

Camille Kane, she had

focused on becoming powerful enough to destroy her enemies. She had never considered what it might mean to

becpowerful enough to carry Victoria's legacy. Her phone buzzed. Alexander, texting to check on Victoria.

*Surgery tomorrow morning. She's ready. Just updated her will.*

She hesitated, then added: *She namedher sole heir.*

Alexander's response cseconds later: *Of course she did. There was never any doubt.*

Camille stared at his words, wondering how something so monumental to her could seem so obvious to him.

The elevator doors opened, and she stepped inside, still clutching Victoria's folder. As the doors closed, she

caught a final glimpse of Victoria's room down the corridor, the last place she had exp