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Marrying My Father’s Enemy

Eira Hax, the daughter of a once-wealthy heiress, has spent her entire life in the shadows. Twenty-two years ago, her mother, a kind-hearted but naive woman, was deceived by her husband, a ruthless businessman. He stole her entire fortune and framed her for a crime, sending her to prison, unaware that she was pregnant and secretly battling terminal cancer. Eira’s mother died alone behind bars, but not before giving birth to Eira, entrusting her with a burning desire for revenge. Now, two decades later, Eira returns with one goal: to destroy the man who ruined her mother’s life—her own father. To do so, she strategically marries his most powerful rival, Callian Reed, a man as dangerous as he is influential. Together, they plot to destroy her father’s empire, piece by piece. But as Eira is pulled deeper into a world of business, power and revenge, she’s forced to confront her own problems and decide just how far she’s willing to go to avenge her mother. “I’m not your enemy, darling…you should know that by now.” “Callian, everything you do is not written in our contract. Why are you breaking it?” “The more I learn about you, the more I hate everyone who hurt you. So please, Eira, let me get rid of them for you.”

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A Lonely Feast

Chapter 140: A Lonely Feast

Christmas morning wasn't joyful to everyone…

Henry was sitting at the long dining table, staring at the untouched plate in front of him. 

The room was silent except for the faint ticking of the antique clock on the wall. 

A perfectly cooked breakfast was before him—eggs, bacon, toast, even a steaming pot of coffee. 

But the smell turned his stomach.

He picked up his fork and poked at the eggs, letting the yolk run across the plate.

"Merry Christmas," he muttered bitterly to himself, his voice echoed in the empty dining hall.

The table stretched on endlessly, its polished wood gleaming in the soft light of the chandelier. 

He looked at the empty chairs. 

This table used to be full of voices, moves, hands. 

Now it was just him.

He sighed heavily, pulling his phone from his pocket. 

His fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before he opened his contact list.