Marrying My Father's Enemy-Chapter 107: Elias, The Shadow Of The Past

Chapter 107: Elias, The Shadows of the Past

Elias stepped into his car, the engine turned to life as he adjusted his seat.

The city lights blurred past as the vehicle sped through the streets, leaving behind the tension-filled meeting with Callian.

His phone buzzed in the cupholder.

Without glancing at it, he pressed a button on the dashboard, connecting the call.

"Did he bite?" William’s voice came through, smooth but clipped.

Elias smirked faintly, though there was no humor in it. "He didn’t need to. Callian Reed is already tangled up in his own shit. I simply reminded him I’m watching."

"Careful, Elias," William warned. "He’s not someone you want as an enemy."

"And neither am I," Elias replied coolly.

The car slowed as it approached the gates of an expansive estate.

A guard waved him through, and the heavy iron gates creaked open, revealing a long driveway flanked by manicured gardens and tall, shadowy trees.

Elias parked and stepped out, his polished shoes crunched softly on the gravel.

The air here was quieter, heavier, full of memories that never quite left.

William stood by the front door, arms folded as he waited.

"You took your time," William said as Elias approached.

"Callian’s an interesting man," Elias replied, stepping past him into the house. "But he has a weakness. He’s blinded by his love for Eira." freeweɓnøvel~com

William followed him inside, closing the door with a heavy thud. The house was dark and quiet, save for the faint ticking of a distant clock.

"Are you sure about this?" William asked, his voice low. "Involving Callian... it’s a gamble. He won’t trust you."

Elias turned to face him, his blue eyes were so cold. "He doesn’t need to trust me. He just needs to know I exist. That alone will keep him looking over his shoulder."

William sighed, running a hand through his hair. "And what about Eira? Does she know?"

Elias’s jaw tightened for a moment before he spoke. "No. And she doesn’t need to. Not yet."

The two men exchanged a long look before Elias gestured for William to follow him down the hallway.

The house opened up into a quieter wing, the air cooler and tinged with the faint antiseptic smell of a hospital.

At the end of the hall, a single door was closed.

Elias pushed it open, revealing a sterile room bathed in soft, artificial light.

Machines hummed and beeped, their steady rhythm the only sound in the room.

In the center of it all was Liam.

He lay motionless on the hospital bed, tubes snaking around him and machines working tirelessly to keep him alive.

His face was pale, almost unrecognizable, his chest rose and fell with mechanical help.

William stepped closer to the bed, his eyes darkened with something between guilt and sadness.

"He doesn’t deserve this," he muttered.

"No," Elias agreed. "He doesn’t."

William turned to him. "You’re sure Beatrice is behind it?"

Elias’s hands curled into fists at his sides. "She doesn’t have to sign his name for me to know. Liam was a threat, and Beatrice doesn’t leave threats alive."

"He was a fighter. Always pushing, always trying to do the right thing. And now..."

Elias stepped closer, placing a hand on William’s shoulder. "He’s not gone yet."

"But he’s close," William replied back as his voice cracked. "Look at him, Elias. This—this isn’t living."

Elias’s expression remained stone cold, but his voice softened slightly.

"He’s alive, and that’s all that matters right now. As long as he’s breathing, there’s a chance to make this right."

William clenched his jaw, his hands balled into fists. "Henry won’t stop. You know that. He’ll come for you next."

"Let him," Elias said in a distant, cold tone. "I’m not Liam. I don’t fight fair, and I don’t play by the rules. If Henry wants a war, he’ll get one."

William looked at him, a doubt crossed his face. "And what about Eira? She’s caught in the middle of all this."

Elias’s gaze softened as he glanced at Liam, then back at William. "Eira’s stronger than you think. But she doesn’t know the whole truth yet. When she does... she’ll make her choice."

"You sound so sure," William said bitterly.

"I am," Elias replied simply.

The room fell into a long silence, the only sound was the steady beep of the heart monitor.

Finally, William spoke, his voice quieter now. "Do you think he can hear us?"

Elias didn’t answer immediately.

He stepped closer to the bed, his hand rested on the metal rail. "If he can, he knows we’re not giving up on him."

William nodded, though his expression was far from convinced. "We’ll need more than hope, Elias. We’ll need a plan."

"Then it’s a good thing I’m always one step ahead." Elias smirked.

William shook his head, a ghost of a smile crossed his lips. "You haven’t changed."

"And neither has Henry or Beatrice," Elias replied, his smirk faded immediately. "Which is why we need to move quickly."

The two men stood without saying another word for a moment longer before Elias straightened.

"Keep an eye on him," he said, gesturing to Liam. "I’ll handle the rest."

William nodded, watching as Elias turned and left the room.

Alone with Liam, William pulled up a chair beside the bed and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

"Hang in there, brother," he murmured. "We’re not done yet."

William and Liam knew each other for a while, but they both couldn’t share that with the world.

When William was a child, his father was a famous artist, but he refused to acknowledge his own son.

William’s father saw him as a failure, not understanding art, not knowing how to get inspired or draw.

That’s why he was kicked out of the house.

William promised to make himself rich and well known in society, so he could protect everyone he loved... including Eira.

But that’s when Elias stepped in. Both men shared a similar background and story.

They both had awful fathers... but Elias’ goal was to save Liam and Eira too.

So he tracked Henry’s activities for a while, finding Liam’s locations, and he was happy to know that Liam had access to Henry’s mansion.

With this, Elias planned to get more insider information, but fate was cruel, and Liam was shot by Beatrice’s dog.

Luckily, Elias found Liam’s body and managed to bring him to his own hospital, where his friend looked after him.

But it’s been a couple of months now.

"Liam... wake up."

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