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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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Eira’s Diary

Chapter 73: Eira's Diary

Marion's chair scraped across the floor as one of the men shoved her into it, tying her wrists tightly to the armrests with rough, scratchy rope.

Her ankles were bound to the chair legs; she was completely restricted.

She looked up, meeting Henry's eyes without any kind of intimidation or fear.

"Heh!" she laughed.

Seeing Eira's father acting so desperate in front of her, she couldn't hold it anymore. It was amazing.

At this moment, Marion knew that Eira had already won.

Henry stood in the center of the room, his arms crossed, watching as his men finished securing her.

His face was impassive, but Marion saw the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers twitched slightly.

"Is this your grand plan, Henry?" she asked. "Bring a gang of hired thugs to tie up an old woman? Pathetic."

Henry stepped forward, his polished shoes clicking against the wooden floor. "You don't know when to keep quiet, do you?"