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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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Funeral

Chapter 47: Funeral

Eira sat by the kitchen table, going through the morning papers with a smirk.

A bold headline read, "Henry Blackwood's Stocks Drop 40% in Overnight Plunge."

She let out a small laugh, setting the paper aside.

Just then, Callian walked in, holding an envelope. "Morning. This came for you," he said, handing it over.

Eira raised an eyebrow as she took it, glancing at the formal seal on the back.

Breaking it open, she pulled out the letter and began reading. As her eyes scanned the words, her smile faded.

"What is it?" Callian asked, noticing her shift in expression.

She swallowed, staring at the paper. "My old teacher… the one from primary school. The one who…" She paused, taking a deep breath. "He passed away. Suddenly."

"Wow… well, he deserved it."

"I know, but they're inviting me to attend his funeral."

"You don't have to go to his funeral, you know. No one would expect you to."