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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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The Crossed Lines

Chapter 33: The Crossed Lines

Eira kept her head down as she walked, knowing she was being followed.

The click of a camera was like a mosquito that wouldn't stop buzzing.

She didn't turn or slow down, just pulled her coat tighter and kept moving, clicking her heels against the ground.

Paparazzi tailed her like she was prey, matching her footsteps, close enough to feel like an invasion.

A familiar car came into view near the curb.

Henry was behind the wheel, waiting.

The sight of him made her heart quicken, but not out of relief.

She knew exactly why he was here.

She reached the car, opened the door without a word, and slipped inside.

He didn't greet her.

Didn't smile or ask how she was.

His eyes were cold, assessing her with the kind of detachment that made her feel more like a transaction than a person.

As the door shut behind her, the noise of the street vanished, replaced by a tense silence.