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 95: Charity's Event: Lipstick and Lies
The chatter in the grand hall buzzed around Eira like a swarm of bees, but her attention was fully on Callian.
He stood by the bar, exchanging polite words with a sponsor.
Eira sipped her water, letting her gaze wander.
A few tables away, Mita caught her eye, leaning into a conversation with Leina.
Their shared glances in her direction were obvious, their whispered words even more so.
Callian caught her eye from across the room and gave her a small smile before handing his empty glass to a passing waiter.
He gestured toward the restroom with a nod and disappeared through the side door.
Eira sat back, trying to ignore so many stares.
Moments later, she saw Mita rise from her seat, excusing herself with a knowing smirk before following in the same direction Callian had gone.
The minutes ticked by, stretching longer than they should have.