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.”
The First Snow
Chapter 57: The First Snow
Eira knelt on the floor, surrounded by the clothes and small things she'd been shoving into a worn-out suitcase.
Her hands shook as she folded the last sweater, trying to ignore the way her chest felt tight, heavy, like it was being crushed from the inside.
She'd already packed most of what was hers, but every item Callian had given her—a necklace, a dress, small tokens of affection she'd once held close—lay discarded on the floor.
She couldn't bear to take them, couldn't even stand to look at them.
"It's fine," she whispered in a trembling voice. "I don't need any of it. I don't need… him."
Her words broke off, trailing into silence as the apartment grew darker, shadows stretched across the walls, filling the empty spaces where his presence should have been.
The tears slipped down her cheeks before she could stop them.
She wiped at them furiously, frustrated with herself.