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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.”

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Cracked Mirrors: Two Villains

Chapter 79: Cracked Mirrors: Two Villains

Beatrice froze in her chair, her back stiffened as Henry's words hung in the air like a sharp blade.

She tried to keep her face composed, but her fingers trembled slightly as she gripped the armrests.

"Excuse me?" Beatrice said coolly, clearly trying to hide the intimidation from her body language.

Henry leaned forward, the faint smile from earlier now gone, replaced by an expression as cold as ice.

"You heard me," he said, his tone slicing through the room. "What did you do to Liam?"

Beatrice's lips twitched, and she began to rise, her hand brushed the corner of the desk for balance.

"You're ridiculous," she said, letting out a small laugh. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Henry's hand shot out, slamming against the desk. The sound echoed sharply, making her flinch.

"Don't lie to me," he snapped. "Not now. I've been patient, Beatrice. But I've had enough."