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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.”

ES_Medusa · Urban
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Finding A New Normal

Chapter 123: Finding a New Normal

Doing her best after avoiding the paparazzi, Eira stepped into her new apartment, setting her small suitcase down on the scuffed wooden floor.

The space was modest—a one-bedroom with a tiny kitchen and a living room that could barely hold a sofa and a coffee table.

Despite its size, the warm sunlight streaming through the window made it feel almost cozy.

She ran her fingers over the smooth surface of the kitchen counter, taking in the faded tiles and the faint scent of fresh paint.

It wasn't much, but it was hers. It was a place to start over, to rebuild.

Eira wiped her hands on her jeans, looking around.

Her mind tightened, but the tears she had shed for days no longer came.

Crying wasn't an option anymore, not when the baby growing inside her needed stability.

"I can do this," she whispered to herself.