In love with the enemy
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She had been just fourteen then, wide eyed and sheltered in her family's Upper East Side penthouse.
The Kanes had come for dinner under the pretense of alliance, Victor Kane with his wicked smirk and veiled threats, Adrian at his side, already carrying himself like the heir apparent he was.
Celine had watched from the staircase as her father argued in hushed tones, papers scattered across the mahogany table they sat at.
Accusations flew, embezzlement, betrayal, threats wrapped in sweet voices. Victor had laughed, a sound like breaking glass, and by morning, the Wolfe empire was crumbling. Investigators swarmed. Assets froze.