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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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167 Chs

The Waiting Room: Liam’s Past

Chapter 30: The Waiting Room: Liam's Past

Liam leaned against the cold, white wall, staring blankly at the forms he had just filled out.

His pen hovered over the last section as he listened to the hushed voices of doctors discussing Eira's condition in the hallway.

"What's… going on with Eira?" he finally asked.

He caught a nurse's eye, but she merely shook her head and rushed away, leaving him alone in the waiting room.

With a sigh, he stood up and went to find some coffee.

The faint sound of the vending machine was almost soothing, grounding him for a moment.

He sipped the bitter coffee, staring into the distance when he overheard two doctors speaking nearby.

"Callian Reed's condition isn't improving," one murmured.

"No signs of movement. At this rate… who knows if he'll even make it through the next few days," the other replied, with a shake of his head.

Liam's hand froze mid-air, the cup inches from his lips.