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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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Taking Control

Chapter 34: Taking Control

Eira stepped inside her apartment while the echo of Henry's threat still pulsed in her ears.

Her stomach knotted with rage, but she pushed it down, keeping her face calm, even as her hands clenched in her pockets.

Liam lay on the couch, curled up in sleep.

His hair fell across his forehead, and for a moment, watching him breathe, her anger softened.

She leaned down, brushed the hair from his face. "We will see who's going to fall first…"

Then, straightening, she moved silently down the hall and into Callian's study.

The study was quiet, filled with dark wood and old books that smelled of leather and dust.

Eira glanced around, landing her eyes on the envelope Callian had left for her.

She picked it up, slid out the small slip of paper inside, and read the name and number written in his firm handwriting.

"Thank you, Callian…"

Taking a breath, she dialed.