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 165: She Had Won
Henry didn't know what to say, his cheek stinging from Helen's slap.
He watched as she stormed away, disappearing into the crowd of students milling about the campus.
For a moment, he considered running after her, begging for forgiveness. But he knew it would be pointless.
The damage was done, and there was no undoing it.
Realising what was happening, Henry sank back onto the bench, burying his face in his hands.
Had he truly been so blind, so naive, to let someone else manipulate him like this? Or had his own insecurities been the real culprit?
Across campus, Beatrice watched him from a distance.
She saw Helen's anger, the slap, and Henry's subsequent collapse into despair.
A small satisfaction coursed through her, but it was fleeting.
The hollow ache in her chest returned, heavier than before.
Her victory wasn't sweet. It was empty…Henry wasn't hers yet.