SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

The Metropolitan Museum glowed with old-world grandeur, transformed for

the annual Children's Heart Foundation gala. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light over Manhattan's elite as they

paraded in designer gowns and bespoke tuxedos, diamonds glittering like stars brought down to infested waters

of high society alone. She wore a midnight

blue gown that whispered over marble floors as she moved, her surgical alterations and months of training

giving her the confidence to meet curious stares with cool indifference.

"Ms. Kane," a silver-

haired museum trustee approached, hand extended. "How wonderful to see you without your mother for once.

She's kept you quite close since your emergence."

Camille offered the practiced smile Victoria had taught her, warm enough to seem approachable, reserved

enough to maintain distance. "Mother had prior commitments in Chicago. The Children's Heart Founda "Indeed,

indeed. Your donation was most generous."

She nodded acknowledgment, already scanning the room for more strategic connections. The fundraiser's guest

list included three potential Kane Industries partners, two board members from companies they Victoria had left

detailed instructions on who to speak with, for how long, and what impressions to leave. Camille followed them

methodically, moving from group to group with practiced grace. Yet beneath her p Justice, she reminded herself.

Not revenge. Justice for years of manipulation and betrayal.

A subtle shift in the crowded room caught her attention, people turning, murmuring, parting like the sea before

an approaching force. Alexander Pierce had arrived. Even among billionaires, Alexander cut a striking figure. Tall,

broad-

shouldered, with the lean build of someone who maintained physical discipline despite wealth that could afford

any indulgence. His

custom tuxedo fit like a second skin, emphasizing strength contained within civilization's boundaries. But it was

his eyes that commanded attention, sharp gray that seemed to see through pretense, beyond soc Those eyes

found her immediately, as if he'd been searching for her from the moment he entered. A slight smile curved his

mouth when their gazes locked, not the practiced social expression others wore, but s Camille looked away first,

unsettled by her reaction to him. She'd anticipated his presence tonight, of course. Alexander Pierce rarely

missed major philanthropic events. But she hadn't prepared for the quickeni She moved deeper into the crowd,

resuming her careful networking while maintaining awareness of his position in the room. He did the same, never

approaching directly but remaining in her peripheral vision, th The museum director tapped a microphone,

calling for attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, the highlight

of tonight's auction is about to begin. If you would kindly move to the east gallery..."

Chapter 50

The crowd flowed like an elegant current toward the auction area. Camille found herself positioned near the

front, where a spotlight illuminated a glass display case. Inside, a diamond necklace caught and fract "The Heart

of Eternity," the auctioneer announced once everyone had settled. "Fifty-

seven perfectly matched blue -white diamonds surrounding a twelve-

carat blue diamond centerpiece. This one-of-a-

kind creation has been donated anonymously, with proceeds benefiting

the Children's Heart Foundation. We'll start the bidding at twenty million dollars."

A forest of paddles rose immediately. Thirty million. Forty. Fifty. The room buzzed with excitement as Manhattan's

wealthiest competed for the privilege of philanthropy combined with acquisition.

Camille observed without participating. The necklace was stunning, certainly, but her focus tonight was

business, not jewelry. She noted which financial titans bid, tracking alliances and rivalries through their

participation or restraint.

"Sixty-five million," called a tech mogul whose software

company had recently gone public.

"Seventy," countered a hedge fund manager whose wife already wore enough diamonds to sink a small boat.

The room grew quieter as the price climbed, fewer paddles rising with each increment. At eighty-

five million, only three bidders remained. At ninety million, just two.

"Ninety-

five million," said the hedge fund manager, confidence evident in his posture. Few people could surpass such an

amount, even in this rarefied crowd.

A moment of silence stretched. The auctioneer raised his gavel. "Ninety-

five million going once..."

"One hundred million."

The voice cut through the room like a blade, quiet yet perfectly projected. Heads turned toward Alexander

Pierce, who hadn't bothered raising a paddle. He simply stood with hands in his pockets, expression re Murmurs

swept the room. Not because of the amount, such sums were discussed daily in these circles, but because of

who had offered it. Alexander Pierce, known for ruthless business acumen and technologi tax benefits.

"One hundred million dollars," the auctioneer repeated, poorly concealing his excitement. "Going once... going

twice... sold to Mr. Alexander Pierce!"

Applause filled the gallery. Social media

teams discreetly positioned throughout the event quickly sent alerts to their platforms. By morning, this would

be headline news, the record- breaking donation, the mysterious billionaire stepping into the spotlight.

Camille watched Alexander accept congratulations with minimal acknowledgment, his attention repeatedly

returning to her location. What gwas he playing? This performative generosity seemed unlike the Museum

staff removed the necklace from its display, transferring it to a midnight blue velvet box that coincidentally

matched her gown. After signing necessary paperwork, Alexander

received the box with a quick nod of thanks.

Then he turned and walked directly toward her.

The crowd parted instinctively,

sensing a moment unfolding. Camille stood her ground, though every instinct warned of danger approaching.

Not physical threat, but something potentially more damaging to all she and Victoria had built, unpre

Chapter 50

"Ms. Kane," Alexander said when he reached her, voice pitched for her ears alone despite the crowd straining to

listen. "I find myself with an acquisition that would look far better on you than locked in my safe." Before she

could respond, he opened the velvet box. The necklace caught light from overhead chandeliers, blue-

white fire seeming to dance among the stones.

"I couldn't possibly," she began, the practiced response Victoria would expect.

"Of course you can," he countered softly. "Consider it a loan for the evening. To benefit the children."

His eyes held hers, challenging, teasing. Behind them, phone cameras discreetly captured the moment,

society columnists watched avidly, witnesses to something unprecedented. Alexander Pierce offering a hundred-

million-dollar necklace to Victoria Kane's mysterious daughter.