Chapter 52
Chapter 52
Victoria Kane’s hotel suite in Chicago offered a panoramic view of Lake Michigan, a vista most would stop m admire. She noticed none of it. Instead, her attention remained fixed on the tablet in her hand, fingers swiping through news article after news article, each headline worse than the last.
“BILLIONAIRE BACHELOR ALEXANDER PIERCE GIFTS $100M NECKLACE TO MYSTERIOUS KANE HEIRESS”
“POWER COUPLE ALERT: PIERCE AND KANE SEND SOCIAL MEDIA INTO FRENZY”
“FROM RECLUSE TO ROMANCE: HAS THE COLD–HEARTED TECH GENIUS FINALLY MET HIS MATCH?”
Each article featured the same photographs, Alexander placing the diamond necklace around Camille’s throat, his hands lingering at her neck. Camille’s genuine smile as she looked up at him, a softness in her expression Victoria had never seen before. The two of them standing together as if the crowded fundraiser had faded away, leaving them in a world of their own.
Victoria’s manicured nail cracked the screen protector as she pressed too hard, swiping to the next tabloid story. This one included quotes from “anonymous attendees” describing how the normally reserved Camille Kane had ” transformed” in Alexander’s presence, becoming “radiant” and “openly warm” toward the man known for keeping everyone at a careful distance.
“Fifteen months of meticulous planning,” Victoria said to the empty room, voice dangerously quiet. “Fifteen months creating the perfect story. The perfect appearance. The perfect heir. All potentially compromised in a single evening.”
She stood, moving to the window with controlled fury emanating from her rigid posture. The breakfast tray sat untouched on the nearby table. Sleep had been impossible after seeing the first alerts about the fundraiser. By dawn, the story had exploded across traditional and social media, analysts and gossip columnists alike speculating about the potential alliance between two of the world’s most powerful young business figures.
Precisely the kind of attention they had carefully avoided. Precisely the visibility that could threaten everything they’d built.
Her phone rang …. her assistant calling from New York.
“Tell me,” Victoria demanded without greeting.
“It’s worse than we thought,” Rebecca said, her usually composed voice tight with tension. “Every major news outlet is running the story. Financial publications are analyzing potential business implications of a Pierce–Kane alliance. Social media engagement has increased seven thousand percent around Ms. Kane’s name since last night.
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Victoria’s fingers tightened around the phone. “And Camille?”
“Not responding to messages. Her security detail reported she returned safely to the mansion at 12:47 AM. The necklace remains in her possession. Mr. Pierce’s security team is scheduled to retrieve it at noon today.”
Another point of contact. Another opportunity for photographs. Another chance for Alexander to further whatever game he was playing.
“Cancel that retrieval,” Victoria ordered. “Have our security return the necklace directly to Pierce Industries. Camille is not to have any further contact with Alexander Pierce or his people.”
“Yes, Ms. Kane.”
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“What about the Pierce team? Any official statement from them about last night?”
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“Nothing yet,” Rebecca replied. “Though their stock opened four percent higher this morning, apparently on speculation about potential collaboration between your companies.”
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The market implications hadn’t escaped Victoria’s notice. Her own analysts had already sent three reports about how Kane Industries stock was responding to the rumors. Under different circumstances, she might have considered the business advantages of a strategic alliance with Pierce’s tech empire.
But these weren’t different circumstances. This was a direct threat to her carefully constructed plan. To Camille’s revenge. To everything they’d spent over a year building toward.
“Prepare the jet,” Victoria said, decision made. “I’m returning to New York immediately.”
“Already done, Ms. Kane. The pilot filed a flight plan twenty minutes ago when I saw the Good Morning America segment about the gala.”
Victoria almost smiled at her assistant’s efficiency. This was why she kept loyal people close, they anticipated needs, solved problems before they fully materialized, protected her interests without requiring explicit instructions.
Unlike her adopted daughter, who had apparently abandoned all caution for the attention of Alexander Pierce.
“Have the car ready in fifteen minutes.”
Victoria ended the call and moved to her closet, selecting a charcoal gray suit that projected authority without ostentation. As she dressed, her mind raced through the potential damage Alexander could cause.
He was dangerous in ways few people recognized. Not just for his wealth or business acumen, though both were considerable. Not just for his technological innovations, though they had disrupted multiple industries. No, Alexander Pierce posed a unique threat because he saw patterns others missed. Connections hidden beneath surface appearances. Motivations disguised behind careful social masks.
If anyone could pierce the veil they’d created around Camille’s true identity, it would be him.
The question was, did he already know? Had he somehow uncovered the truth about Camille Lewis becoming Camille Kane? Was last night’s public display a message to Victoria that he held information that could destroy everything they’d built?
As her security team escorted her to the waiting car, Victoria scrolled through more news alerts. Entertainment Tonight was now running a feature on “Alexander Pierce: The Man Behind the Mystery,” complete with archive footage of his rare public appearances over the years. CNN Business analyzed what a merger between Pierce Technologies and Kane Industries might mean for the global economy. T*****r had created a special hashtag-# PierceKane–that was already trending worldwide.
Victoria closed the alerts, jaw tight with controlled fury. In one evening, one impulsive decision, Camille had generated exactly the kind of attention they had carefully avoided for fifteen months. Attention that could lead to questions. To investigations. To someone making connections they couldn’t afford.
The car moved smoothly through Chicago morning traffic toward the private airfield where her jet waited. Victoria used the time to review what she knew about Alexander Pierce… information compiled long before last night’s incident.
Thirty–four years old. Fortune estimated at $180 Trillion, primarily from revolutionary artificial intelligence technologies. Notoriously private. No known serious relationships since a broken engagement six years ago. Rumored to have an intelligence network that rivaled some government agencies. Considered by many to be Victoria’s most formidable business rival, despite their companies operating in different sectors.
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What she didn’t know, and what troubled her most, was why he had suddenly taken such public interest in Camille.
Men like Alexander Pierce didn’t make impulsive gestures. They didn’t spend one hundred million dollars on spontaneous gifts. They didn’t risk their carefully maintained public image without substantial reason.
Which meant last night was calculated. Planned. Executed with specific intent.
But what intent? A business alliance? A personal connection? Or something more troubling, knowledge of who Camille really was and where she had come from?
Victoria’s security opened her car door as they reached the airfield. Her Gulfstream waited on the tarmac, engines already warmed, stairs extended in anticipation of her arrival.
“Ms. Kane,” the pilot greeted her at the stairs. “We’re cleared for immediate departure. Flight time to New York approximately one hour forty minutes.”
She nodded acknowledgment, mind already rushing ahead to the confrontation waiting in New York. To the damage control needed. To the careful recalibration of their plan in light of this unexpected development.
On board, her phone rang again, Rebecca with another update.
“A package just arrived at the mansion for Ms. Kane,” she reported. “From Pierce Industries.”
Victoria froze halfway to her seat. “The necklace being returned?”
“No. Security scanned it, appears to be a small jewelry box, but not large enough for the necklace. There’s a handwritten note attached.”
Of course there was. Another move in whatever game he was playing.
“Don’t allow Camille to open it,” Victoria instructed. “Secure it in my office safe until I arrive.”
“Yes, Ms. Kane. Also, Page Six just published what they’re calling an ‘inside scoop‘ on Ms. Kane and Mr. Pierce’s history. They’re claiming the two have been secretly meeting for months.”
Victoria’s fingers tightened around the phone. “That’s impossible. We monitor her schedule completely. Every minute is accounted for.”
“The article suggests late–night meetings after official events. Quotes an anonymous source saying they’ve been observed in ‘intense conversation‘ at several functions over the past three months.”
Because they had been. Victoria had noticed their brief interactions at various events, had questioned Camille about them. Had accepted the explanation that Pierce was merely another business connection worth maintaining.
Clearly, she had been too trusting. Too willing to give her adopted daughter the freedom to manage certain social relationships independently. A mistake she wouldn’t repeat
“Continue monitoring media coverage,” Victoria instructed. “Have the PR team prepare three different statement drafts one business–focused, one dismissing the speculation entirely, one acknowledging a professional relationship but nothing more.”
The jet accelerated down the runway, pressing Victoria back into the leather seat. As they lifted into the morning sky, she stared out at the shrinking city below, mind turning over possibilities, threats, countermoves.
Alexander Pierce wouldn’t interfere with their plans. Wouldn’t derail Camille’s revenge with whatever game he was playing. Victoria had invested too much, emotionally, financially, strategically, to allow an outside force to disrupt what they’d built.
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When the plane reached cruising altitude, she opened her laptop to review the latest media coverage. What troubled her most was Pierce Industries‘ complete silence. No denials. No clarifications. No attempt to quell the romantic speculation racing through the media.
This was calculated. Deliberate. His silence allowed rumors to grow unchecked, creating a narrative he could have easily dismissed with a simple press statement.
Even more disturbing was Camille’s similar silence. No message to Victoria explaining her actions. No attempt to control the story. Just acceptance of the public attention they had so carefully avoided for fifteen months.
Victoria refreshed the news feed again. Still nothing from Pierce’s team – just more analyst speculation about what the “obvious personal connection” between the two might mean for future business alignments. His silence spoke volumes about his intentions, whatever they might be.
Victoria closed the laptop, a rare display of emotion as she struggled to contain her rage. In eighteen hours, Alexander Pierce had done more to threaten their carefully constructed plan than Stefan and Rose’s combined efforts to save their crumbling empires.
This wasn’t just about unwanted publicity now. This was direct interference in their operation. In their relationship. In the revenge plan they’d spent over a year executing with meticulous precision.
As the jet began its descent toward New York, Victoria made her decision. The time for subtle countermoves had passed. Alexander Pierce needed to understand exactly who he was dealing with, and what happened to those who threatened Victoria Kane’s plans.
She would protect what was hers. Would secure Camille’s focus on their original goal. Would eliminate the distraction Pierce represented before he could further complicate their carefully orchestrated destruction of Rose and Stefan.
Looking out at the Manhattan skyline coming into view, Victoria felt her determination harden into resolve. Pierce Tower stood among the skyscrapers, a gleaming monument to one man’s technological empire.
An empire that had just made a serious miscalculation by targeting her daughter.
