Chapter 18: The Power of Revenge
The room was silent, save for the click of the remote as the video replayed for the third time. Julian King, smug and camera-ready, standing beside Elena Thorne, declaring himself Cambria’s replacement.
Cambria stood in the center of the room, arms crossed, face unreadable. But her eyes burned.
"He looks just like him," she muttered.
"Your father?" Maddox asked quietly.
Cambria nodded. "Same jaw. Same entitled smirk." She turned away from the screen. "She’s not just replacing me. She’s rewriting my legacy."
"She’s betting the world forgets you," Elara added. "That with the right optics, right scandal, you’ll fade. Julian is clean. New. And just ’close enough’ to inherit your father’s influence."
Maddox stepped forward. "Then we hit her where it hurts most."
Cambria looked at him. "Not her. Julian."
That afternoon, Cambria and Elara made their move.
The press still buzzed from Elena’s announcement. Every major outlet was begging for Cambria’s response. Her silence was only feeding speculation. Betrayal. Breakdown. Disgrace.
Perfect.