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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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#R18
#REVENGE
#CEO
#POSSESSIVE
#SWEETLOVE
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#FIRSTLOVE
#PREGNANCY
#LOVEAFTERMARRIAGE
#RICHDAUGHTER

Fractures

Chapter 155: Fractures…

Callian hesitated just inside the door, his hands trembling. 

His heart clenched painfully as he approached the bed, his breath hitching at the sight of her face. 

Bandages wrapped tightly around her torso, and an oxygen mask covered her nose and mouth, her chest rising and falling so faintly it seemed as though the movement might stop at any moment.

Callian lowered himself into the chair beside her, his knees threatening to give out beneath him. 

His hand hovered over hers before he finally took it, careful not to disturb the IV running into her wrist. 

Her skin was cold, and he instinctively rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, as though willing warmth back into her.

"Hey, Eira," he murmured. "It's me."

The words felt stayed in his throat, as if saying them aloud made the reality all the more unbearable. 

He leaned closer, resting his elbows on the bed.