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.”
Chapter 81: Marion's Death
The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting a warm glow over the sleek furniture.
Callian sat on the edge of the couch, his elbows placed on his knees, his hands gripping a mug of coffee like it was the only thing tethering him to sanity.
Eira stood by the window, her back to him, staring out at the city below.
She could feel the tension radiating from him even without looking.
"They're eating me alive," Callian finally said in a heavy tone.
Eira turned, crossing her arms as she leaned against the window frame. "The press?"
He nodded, running a hand through his already messy hair. "Vanesa's allegations. Every headline screams about me being some violent monster."
Eira frowned, walking over to sit across from him. "Are they true?" she asked softly.
Callian's lips curved into a faint, bitter smile. "Half of it."
Her eyebrows furrowed. "And the other half?"