Marrying My Father's Enemy-Chapter 131: The Fight Ahead
Chapter 131: The Fight Ahead
Chapter 131: The Fight Ahead
On her desk there was a stack of papers detailing the subscription business model she’d spent weeks refining.
The idea was ambitious: a three-tier membership plan designed to provide personalized experiences for her most loyal customers.
She always had an eye for fashion and jewellery, and now that she was able to achieve it...she couldn’t feel happier.
Her phone suddenly rang, pulling her out of her thoughts.
It was Hector, her lawyer.
"Eira, we need to meet," his familiar voice said as soon as she answered.
"When?"
"Tomorrow morning, my office," Hector replied. "We’ve got a lot to cover about the case."
"I’ll be there," she said, hanging up.
She sighed and looked at the plans again. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
Before she could think about court battles, she had to focus on making her business thrive.
The Next Morning was better than she’d expected.
The scent of fresh coffee greeted Eira as she walked into Hector’s office.
It was a modest space—wooden furniture, bookshelves packed with legal texts, and a large desk cluttered with papers.
Hector was leaning over a folder, his sharp features furrowed in concentration.
"Morning," she greeted, setting her bag on a chair.
"Morning. Coffee?" he asked, gesturing to a side table with a steaming pot.
"No thanks." She sat down, crossing her legs. "What’s going on?"
Hector slid the folder across the desk.
"The court has set the date for the hearing—three weeks from now."
Eira nodded slowly, her chest tightened a little. She flipped through the papers, scanning the details.
"Words are too fancy, can you specify and confirm the lawsuit?"
"Breach of contract over his employees, theft of intellectual property, fraudulent practices," Hector explained, ticking off each point on his fingers.
"You can prove that Beatrice and Henry stole your mother’s business and client lists. But the fraud charge—"
"That’s for the forged contracts they made my mom sign," Eira cut in.
He nodded. "Exactly. But proving it won’t be easy. Do you have any new evidence?"
Eira hesitated, biting her lip.
"Yes...my aunt Marion collected everything when my mom was sentenced, but I know there’s more. Henry kept everything hidden—emails, deals, all of it. I just need time to find it."
"Time isn’t on our side," Hector said firmly. "We’ll need to rely on what we already have: the timeline of your mother’s fall, the sudden shift of clients to their new firm, and your testimony..."
Eira clenched her fists. "It’s not enough. They took everything. My mom’s clients, her designs, my mother’s savings. That money was meant to secure her future, and they used it to fund their company."
Hector blinked, "Eira, I know how much this means to you, but we have to focus on what’s provable in court. The emotional side, the betrayal—it won’t sway the judge unless it’s tied to concrete evidence."
She exhaled, trying to steady herself.
"What about the NDA? Can’t we argue that Henry violated it when he shared her designs with other investors?"
"We can, and we will," Hector said. "But their lawyer will argue that the NDA was voided when she left him." He made air quotes with his fingers.
"She didn’t leave. They forced her out," Eira snapped.
"That’s another point we’ll hammer home," Hector assured her.
"But remember, this case isn’t just about what they did. It’s about showing the court how their actions harmed you, your past, your mother’s life and reputation. Stay focused on that."
"And if we lose?"
"We won’t," he said simply.
/// Back at the Office \\
Eira returned to her office, Hector’s words repeated in her head.
She had just three weeks to prepare for the court battle while launching the subscription model—a task that seemed impossible but necessary.
The conference room was active when she walked in.
Andy was at the whiteboard, jotting down ideas while Mia and Max debated pricing strategies.
"We’re thinking $10 a month for Basic, $25 for Premium, and $50 for VIP," Mia said as Eira entered. "What do you think?"
Eira set her bag down and walked to the table. "Too low," she said.
Mia blinked. "Too low? Customers won’t pay more unless we offer something extraordinary."
"And we are offering something extraordinary," Eira replied. "Premium styling advice, exclusive events, early access to collections—this isn’t about affordability. It’s about value."
Max nodded thoughtfully. "She’s right. If we price too low, it cheapens the brand."
"But if it’s too high, we’ll scare people off," Mia countered. "There’s a sweet spot, and $50 for VIP feels like pushing it."
Andy interjected, holding up a marker. "What if we offer a trial period for Premium and VIP? A month free to hook them, then full pricing kicks in."
Eira considered this. "That could work. It gives customers a taste without committing."
"And what about exclusivity?" Max asked. "If anyone can sign up, it doesn’t feel special."
"We start with invites only," Eira smiled, her tone was decisive.
"Target our top customers first. If they love it, word will spread, and others will want in."
The discussion heated up as the team debated logistics, marketing strategies, and potential risks.
"What if the platform crashes on launch day?" Mia asked, her arms crossed. "We’re building this on short notice."
"We’ll stress-test it beforehand," Max said.
"And if customers hate the service?" Mia pressed. "What’s our fallback plan?"
Eira slammed her hand on the table, silencing the room.
"Enough with the ’what-ifs.’ Every new idea comes with risks, but if we focus only on failure, we’ll never move forward."
The room fell silent.
"This isn’t just about money," she continued softer.
"It’s about proving we can innovate, lead, and build something no one else can replicate. If we succeed, it’s not just a win for us—it’s a message to Henry and Beatrice that they can’t destroy me."
By the end of the day, the team had finalized the framework for the subscription model.
They decided to launch a beta test in two weeks, targeting their most loyal customers with exclusive invites.
It was becoming more harder without moral support. She missed Callian’s gentle and encouraging voice at times like this.
"Why did you betray us, Callian...?" She looked at her wallet.
There was a picture of them together, and the first ultrasound...
"I didn’t even get to tell you how much I loved you..."
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