Unwanted Fake Wife The Top Billionaire novel Chapter 402

Chapter 402 Bloody Floor

She strained to sit upright, but her body felt drained of all strength.

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The bedroom door creaked open once more. Camille’s eyes darted toward the doorway, bright with fragile hope–she thought Nathan might have softened and come back for her. But the figure standing there was Victoria.

A frigid, unforgiving scowl twisted Victoria’s face. Her icy gaze swept over Camille, sending uncontrollable shudders rippling through her frame. The stabbing ache in her lower belly flared even worse.

Victoria stepped into the room.

“Victoria…” Camille reached out a trembling hand, desperate for

comfort.

Before her fingers could make contact, Victoria swatted her arm hard. Camille tumbled sideways, dazed. Before she could recover, Victoria seized a fistful of her hair and delivered a sharp, stinging slap across her

cheek.

The blow left Camille stunned. Fire burned across the right side of her face, and warm, thick liquid trickled down the corner of her mouth.

Victoria shook with unbridled rage, as if she wanted to tear Camille limb from limb. “I treated you like my own daughter, showered you with kindness–and you threw yourself at Evan behind everyone’s backs!”

She’d once doted over Camille’s unborn child, overjoyed at the prospect of a new Hawthorne heir. Now she felt nothing but like a fool who’d been played for laughs.

“The entire Hawthorne name’s a laughingstock all because of you, you worthless girl!” She pointed a trembling finger and hurled a string of furious insults.

Pain throbbed all over Camille–her body, her stinging cheek, the cramping in her stomach. A wild, broken laugh burst out of her. She swatted Victoria’s hand away violently.

“Treat me like your daughter? All you ever cared about was profit! Would you have spared me a kind word if Richard and Catherine hadn’t taken a liking to me? You pushed me to convince Nathan to marry Elena just to grab more company shares–that’s how you treat a daughter? Don’t make me laugh, you’re nothing but fake!”

Victoria froze. Camille had never dared speak to her like this before. She lost all self–control, yanking Camille’s hair and throwing herself into a vicious physical brawl with her.

Camille struggled weakly at first, then went completely limp.

Victoria paused, confused. A strange sticky wetness coated her palms. She lifted her hands and stared- they were covered in fresh blood.

Panic shot through her. She snapped her gaze down to Camille’s crumpled form on the floor and slowly tugged up the hem of her dress. The floor beneath her was soaked in dark, horrifying blood.

“Help! Somebody come quick!” Victoria screamed at the top of her lungs.

Chapter 402 Bloody Floor

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Elena had just returned to the company when Lucas hurried over to greet her.

“Ms. Sterling, Richard Hart is waiting for you inside your private office.”

“My office?” Elena kept walking without showing her pace. “Why didn’t you send him to the meeting room?”

“I asked him to wait there, but he refused flat out Lucas‘ expression looked troubled. He didn’t dare mention Richard had already thrown a fit alone in the office earlier that afternoon.

“I see.”

Elena had planned to seek Richard out after leaving the hotel the previous day, but events had spiraled far beyond her control, leaving her no spare time to track him down.

She pushed open her office door. Richard sat slouched in her executive leather chair, lifting his head to sneer the second she stepped inside.

“Look who finally showed up, the big–shot CEO. It’s such a hassle just to get five minutes of your time, even for your own father.”

Elena set her handbag aside and turned to Lucas. “Bring a pot of coffee in here, please.”

“Right away, ma’am.” Lucas bowed respectfully and exited.

Richard seethed watching the subordinate’s deferential manner. Lucas had never treated him with half that much respect back when Richard ran the group.

Lucas closed the office door quietly on his way out, leaving only Elena and Richard alone together.

“You seem awfully comfortable sitting in that CEO chair.” Richard stood to his full height and stared down at her. Once, he’d written his biological daughter off as timid and unambitious. Now it was clear he’d wildly misjudged her–she was far sharper and more ruthless than he’d ever imagined.

“It’s manageable,” Elena replied, settling onto the visitor’s sofa without a shred of familial warmth. She’d long since stopped regarding him as her father. He didn’t deserve the title.

“I heard you’ve been asking to see me repeatedly. What business brings you here today?”

Richard sat down across from her. “Word reached me you’re heading up a chip research joint venture with LA Group overseas. I want full control over this project.”

“You want to run it?”

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