Marrying My Father's Enemy-Chapter 146: Beatrice Plans Her Next Move

Chapter 146: Beatrice Plans Her Next Move

Beatrice set the diary down on the coffee table and leaned back into her chair, a pleasing smile spreading across her face.

She picked up her wine glass again, taking a slow sip.

The light from the fireplace danced in her eyes, making her look even more menacing.

"Well, Steven," she said, mockingly, "it looks like little Eira’s perfect image isn’t so perfect after all. Imagine what would happen if these little confessions got out."

He wanted to stay on Beatrice’s good side, so he could protect Vanesa...he didn’t get to know his daughter, and now was finally his chance.

Steven, still standing near the window, stared at her with disgust and exhaustion.

"You’re seriously thinking of using her diary against her?"

"Why not?" Beatrice replied back. "She’s been parading around like some untouchable queen, pretending she’s better than all of us. It’s time to remind her of her place."

Steven sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You don’t think this is going too far?"

"Too far?" Beatrice’s laugh was sharp and cold.

"Nothing is too far when it comes to Eira. She’s the reason everything fell apart, Steven. She’s the reason Henry and I are at war. She’s the reason Vanessa abandoned me. And don’t even get me started on the investors who jumped ship to support her."

Steven folded his arms. "She didn’t ruin your life, Beatrice. You did that all on your own."

Beatrice’s smile vanished, replaced by a dangerous glare. "Careful, Steven. You wouldn’t want to find yourself on the wrong side of me." freēwēbnovel.com

Steven clenched his jaw but stayed silent.

He knew better than to push Beatrice when she was like this.

Her temper was like a storm—unpredictable and destructive.

"She’s not invincible, you know," Beatrice continued, pacing the room now.

Her voice grew louder, more annoyed with each word.

"She thinks she’s all that because she has Callian, because she has all these new allies. But they don’t know the real Eira. The pathetic little girl who cried herself to sleep in the cold. The one who begged for scraps like a dog."

"You’re enjoying this too much," Steven muttered.

Beatrice turned on him, her eyes wild. "Damn right I’m enjoying it. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? To see her knocked down, to watch her suffer the way I’ve suffered?"

Steven stared at her, his voice low. "You’ve lost your mind."

"Maybe," Beatrice said, her lips curling into a smirk. "But madness has its uses, doesn’t it?"

Finding More Secrets

Beatrice wasn’t done. She marched back to the table where she had dumped the stolen documents and began rifling through them with manic energy.

"Look at this," she said, holding up a page triumphantly.

"Proof that Steven"—she glanced at him with a mocking grin—"you, not me, visited Helen in jail. Hiding her sickness. If everyone knew about this, oh, they’d lose their mind."

Steven stiffened but didn’t reply.

"Oh, and here’s the best part." Beatrice’s grin widened as she held up another document.

"The timeline lines up perfectly. Henry signed off on that ridiculous plea deal without even bothering to visit her himself. What a loving husband, hmm?"

Steven finally spoke, his tone biting. "You really think this will bring you peace, Beatrice? Dragging up the past and destroying everything in your path?"

"Peace?" Beatrice let out a bitter laugh. "There’s no peace for people like us, Steven. But there’s power. And as long as I have that, I’ll win."

Unable to resist, she grabbed the diary again, flipping to another page.

-June 3

I finally found a small apartment. It’s nothing special—just a single room with barely enough space for a bed. But it’s mine. For the first time in years, I feel like I can breathe.

Still, I can’t stop thinking about Marion. She gave me everything she had, and I couldn’t help her. I couldn’t even say goodbye. I know it’s not my fault, but the guilt is always there, eating at me.-

Beatrice rolled her eyes dramatically. "Oh, boo-hoo," she said, closing the diary with a snap. "Poor Eira, always the victim."

She leaned back in her chair, her gaze turned distant for a moment.

"You know," she said softly, almost to herself, "people like her don’t deserve the life they’re given. She’s weak. Fragile. And yet everything seems to fall into her lap. It’s infuriating."

Steven shook his head. "You’re obsessed. This isn’t about justice or revenge anymore. It’s personal."

"You’re damn right it’s personal," Beatrice snapped.

She stood immediately, pacing the room again.

"She took everything from me, Steven. Henry. Vanessa... Do you know how humiliating it is to watch everyone choose her over me?"

Steven hesitated before replying. "Then why not walk away? Let her have her moment and focus on rebuilding your life."

Beatrice turned on him with a glare so sharp it could cut glass.

"Because walking away is for losers. And I’m not a loser, Steven. I’m a survivor. And survivors fight until there’s nothing left standing."

Beatrice stopped pacing, blinked as an idea began to take shape.

She walked back to the stolen documents, picking them up and flipping through them with purpose.

"She wants to play the hero," Beatrice murmured, almost to herself.

"Fine. Let’s see how heroic she looks when the world knows what her life was really like."

Steven frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Beatrice smirked. "I’m going to leak this. All of it. The diary, the documents, everything. Let the world see the real Eira Hax—the broken little girl who begged for scraps and cried in the cold."

"That’s low, even for you," Steven muttered while being disgusted.

Beatrice shrugged. "It’s called strategy. And if she thinks she can humiliate me by stealing my life, she’s about to learn what real humiliation feels like."

Steven didn’t reply.

He simply turned and walked out of the room, leaving Beatrice alone with her stolen secrets and twisted plans.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Beatrice picked up the diary again, her hands trembled slightly with adrenaline.

She flipped to the last page, her lips curled into a satisfied smile as she read Eira’s final entry before she rose to power.

-July 19

I don’t know what’s next, but I have to keep going. For Marion. For myself. I’ve lost so much, but I’m still here. Maybe that’s enough.-

Beatrice slammed the diary shut, her laughter echoing through the empty room.

"Still here?" she said mockingly. "Not for long, Eira. Not for long."

She poured herself another glass of wine, her grin widened to the point her cheeks started to hurt.

As she thought about the chaos she was about to unleash...In her mind, Eira’s downfall was inevitable.

And Beatrice would be there to watch every moment of it.

But then, Steven rushed back, "Beatrice, look at this!"

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