Chapter 165
Chapter 165
Cold. That was the first thing Camille felt. Cold and a deep, throbbing pain in her head.
She tried to move, but her arms wouldn’t respond. Slowly, her eyes opened to a dimly lit room with wooden walls. Her vision swam, the effects of whatever drug Rose had given her still lingering in her system.
Looking down, Camille saw thick rope binding her to a heavy wooden chair. Each ist tied separately to the armrests, ankles secured to the chair legs. Whoever had tied these knots knew what they were doing,
A wave of fear washed over her, threatening to drown her reason. She forced it down, focusing instead on her surroundings. Wooden walls. A stone fireplace. Large windows showing dense forest outside. And something else, something familiar.
Recognition dawned slowly. She knew this place. Or rather, she knew what it had once been.
The old Lewis family cabin. Where they had spent summers when they were younger. Where they had once been sisters before everything changed.
But this wasn’t exactly the cabin she remembered. That had been smaller, older. This was a new structure built on the same spot, incorporating elements of the original, the stone fireplace, the position of the windows, but larger, more modern.
“Finally awake, sleeping beauty?” Rose’s voice came from behind her.
Camille tensed but kept her breathing steady, refusing to show fear as Rose walked around to face her. Her sister looked different than she had at the roadside. She’d washed out the black hair dye, returning to her natural color. Dressed not in the tactical gear from the ambush but in casual clothes, jeans and a sweater that reminded Camille of what they used to wear during those summer vacations.
“Do you like what I’ve done with the place?” Rose asked, gesturing around them. “I rebuilt it exactly as I remembered, with a few modern touches. Dad sold it after everything fell apart. After they thought that you died.”
Camille worked moisture into her dry mouth. “Why am I here, Rose?”
“So impatient,” Rose chided, pulling up a chair to sit facing Camille. “No appreciation for symmetry. For perfect endings.” She leaned forward, eyes glittering with excitement. “Don’t you see? This is where we were happiest together. Before you turned everyone against me.”
“I didn’t turn anyone against you,” Camille said quietly. “You did that yourself when you tried to kill me.”
Rose’s face hardened. “Is that what you tell yourself? That I’m the villain in this story?” She stood abruptly. “They abandoned me. Our parents. Stefan. Everyone chose you and threw me away.”
She paced the room, agitation making her movements sharp and jerky. “But that doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is that we’ve come full circle. Back to where we were once happy. Back to where everything changed.”
Camille tested the ropes binding her wrists. No give at all. Rose noticed and smiled.
“Don’t bother. My men are professionals. Former military. They know how to keep someone secure.”
“Where are they now?” Camille asked, looking around the empty cabin main room.
“Around,” Rose said vaguely. “Keeping watch. Making sure your boyfriend and his security teams don’t interrupt our sister time.” She sat down again, leaning uncomfortably close. “We have so much catching up to do.”
Despite the pounding in her head and the fear churning in her stomach, Camille met Rose’s gaze steadily. “They’ll find me, Rose. Alexander, Victoria, the FBI, they’re looking for me right now.”
Rose’s smile widened. “I’m counting on it. But they won’t find you in time.”
“In time for what?”
“In time to save you?” Rose shrugged. “That depends on how you define ‘save.‘ Will they find you alive? Probably. Will they find you whole? Unbroken? Now that’s a different question entirely.”
A chill ran down Camille’s spine, but she kept her expression neutral. Victoria had taught her well, never show weakness to an opponent. And Rose was nothing if not an opponent now.
“What do you want?” Camille asked again. “You’ve had months to plan. Weeks to prepare. Now you have me. So what’s the point of all this?”
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“I’ve been watching all of them,” Rose explained, her voice casual, as if discussing the weather. “Planning my next move.”
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“THE TRUTH? Rose’s sudden scream echoed through the cabin. The truth is that they never really wanted me. The truth is that I was never good enough. The truth is that from the moment they adopted me, I was just waiting to be thrown away” Her chest heaved with emotion, hands clenched at her sides. “Do you know what it’s like? To never feel secure? To always be afraid that one mistake will make them send you back? To watch them love their real daughter unconditionally while you have to earn every scrap of affection?”
Despite everything, the fear, the danger, the threats to those she loved, Camille felt a flicker of pity for her sister. “Rose, that wasn’t real. It was all in your mind. They loved you. We all did
STOP SAYING THAT! Rose grabbed a vase from a nearby table and hurled it against the wall. It shattered, pieces scattering across the floor like her fractured words. “Stop lying to me! They threw me away. They abandoned me. They chose you?
For the first time, Cernille saw clearly the depth of Rose’s delusion, the sickness that had warped her mind over years of perceived rejection. This wasn’t just jealousy or resentment. This was something deeper, more broken.
“Rose” she said softly, “you need help. This isn’t right. This isn’t you?
“You don’t know me,” Rose spat. “You never did.” She turned back to the laptop. “And now it’s too late.
Camille watched helplessly as Rose studied the surveillance feeds, her finger tracing Victoria’s image on the screen.” Tomorrow I start with Victoria. Such a shame her cancer treatment will take a sudden turn for the worse “Please, Camille begged, all pride forgotten. “Don’t hurt her. Hurt me instead. I’m the one you want to punish.” Rose looked up, something cold and calculating in her eyes. “Oh, I am hurting you, she said quietly. “More than if I used knives or fists. I’m taking away the people you love. One by one. Forcing you to watch. Unable to save them.” She closed the laptop. “It’s already in motion, sister dear. My plan is set. Soon Victoria Kane will suffer a tragic setback. Such a shame, after she seemed to be improving so well.”
Tears streamed down Camille’s face now, unchecked. “Rose, please. It’s not too late to stop this.”
“It was too late months ago, Rose replied, standing up. “Too late when they chose you over me. Too late when they
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abandoned me for trying to make things fair. Too late when Victoria Kane saved you from that parking garage and made you her heir while I lost everything.” She smiled, a terrible empty expression. “Now all I can do is make things even. Take from you what you took from me.”
“And then what?” Camille asked, desperately trying to reach whatever humanity might remain in her sister. “After you’ve killed everyone I love. After you’ve broken me. What then, Rose?”
For a moment, Rose looked confused, as if she hadn’t thought beyond her revenge. “Then… then we’re even.”
“And will that make you happy?” Camille pressed. “Will that fill the emptiness inside you? The hurt? The pain?”
Rose turned away. “Stop it.”
“Will killing Victoria bring back our family? Will hurting Alexander erase what happened? Will destroying me heal you?”
“STOP IT!” Rose whirled back, her face contorted with rage and something else, uncertainty. “You don’t get to question me. You don’t get to judge me. Not after everything you’ve taken.”
Camille saw it then, the hairline crack in Rose’s certainty. The moment of doubt. She pushed harder. “I never took anything from you, Rose. You destroyed it yourself. And this revenge won’t give it back.”
For a heartbeat, Rose seemed to waver. Then her face hardened again. “Nice try, sister dear. But your psychological games won’t work on me. I’ve been planning this for too long. Waiting for this moment.”
She moved to the door. “I’m going to check with my men. When I come back, we will continue.” She smiled, cold and empty. “Won’t that be fun? A little sister’s reunion”
The door closed behind her, leaving Camille alone with the knowledge that Victoria was in immediate danger, that Alexander would be next, that everyone she loved had a target on their back, and she was powerless to warn them.
But Rose’s moment of uncertainty lingered in her mind. The crack in her sister’s armor, Small, almost invisible, but real Camille looked around the cabin, searching for anything that might help her escape. The ropes were too tight, the knots too professional. But Rose had made one mistake.
She had left the laptop.
Closed, but still there on the table. If Camille could somehow get to it, somehow open it, maybe she could send a warning. Alert Alexander. Save Victoria.
Straining against her bonds, Camille worked to inch the heavy chair across the floor toward the table. Each movement was agony, the ropes digging into her wrists and ankles, but the thought of Victoria in danger drove her forward.
Outside, she heard voices, Rose speaking to someone. She had minutes at most.
Desperation gave her strength. The chair legs scraped across the wooden floor as she fought to reach the table, to somehow save the people she loved before Rose destroyed them one by one.
And as she struggled, one thought burned in her mind: this place, this cabin where they had once been sisters, would not
become the site of Rose’s final victory. Whatever it took, whatever she had to endure, She would not let Rose win. Not this time. Not ever. Up
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