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 Silence After Eira
Chapter 159: The Silence After Eira
For two days, the rumours had spread through the town like wildfire.
She's gone.
That's what everyone said.
No one knew for sure, but the absence of Eira Hax felt like a void too deep to ignore.
Her small flat, the one with the chipped blue door, had been silent.
The phone rang unanswered. The world around her had moved on, but Eira had vanished.
Inside the courtroom, the whole situation was a living thing, pressing against the walls and making it hard to breathe.
Callian was sitting stiffly on the wooden bench, his hands clasped in his lap.
His brown hair hung over his forehead, hiding his furrowed brow.
Beside him, Rylan leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, eyes sharp and focused on the defendants ahead.
Leonardo Reeds, the quietest of the three, sat with his arms crossed, pale and neutral face.
None of them spoke.