LISA’S POV
There are enemies.
And then there are architects.
Celeste Whitmore wasn’t just an enemy.
She was the woman who taught wolves how to hunt.
I sat in silence, the video still playing on loop. Every pixel of her face clawed up a memory I’d buried under rage and lawsuits.
Her voice used to echo through my father’s office. I remembered the way she smiled like poison and pitched deals like daggers. She didn’t just want to own my father’s company—she wanted to devour it. Absorb it. Erase the Young legacy like we were a glitch in her spreadsheet.
And now she was back.
Financing my ex-husband.
Seducing my enemies with power and blood money.
“You okay?” Liam asked gently.
No.
I was past okay.
“I knew this wasn’t over,” I muttered. “But I thought we were dealing with pawns.”
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