Marrying My Father's Enemy-Chapter 106: A Game Of Words

Chapter 106: A Game of Words

Callian leaned against the sleek black car parked at the edge of the quiet street.

The air around him felt unusually still, like the calm before a storm.

His watch glinted under the dim streetlight as he checked the time. He was early, but that didn’t matter.

The sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence.

He turned, catching a man walking toward him.

He was tall, with short black hair that fell neatly over his forehead, and striking blue eyes that mirrored the young depths of Henry Blackwood’s.

"Mr. Reed," the man said, his voice calm yet carrying a distinct edge.

"You’ve been asking questions about me. I thought it was only fair to give you the answers directly."

Callian straightened, "Who are you exactly?"

The man stopped a few feet away, his hands casually tucked into his coat pockets.

"Let’s not pretend you don’t know. You wouldn’t have wasted your time searching for me if you didn’t have any suspicions."

Callian’s lips twitched, though it wasn’t a smile.

"I don’t deal in suspicions. I deal in facts. And right now, the fact is, you’re wasting my time. So I’ll ask again: who are you, and what do you want?"

The man chuckled softly, a sound that didn’t reach his eyes.

"Straight to the point. I like that. Fine. My name is Raiver Blackwood...but I legally changed it to Elias. As for what I want..." He took a step closer, his eyes boring into Callian’s. "Let’s just say I have an interest in Eira’s well-being."

Callian’s jaw shifted slightly, the only sign of the irritation brewing beneath his composed expression.

"Eira has all the protection she needs. She doesn’t need you."

Elias raised an eyebrow, his head tilted slightly as if satisfied.

"Protection? Is that what you call letting her walk into danger every time she steps out? She doesn’t even know the half of what’s coming for her. And neither do you."

Callian’s eyes didn’t leave Elias’s.

"If you think you can waltz in here, throw around cryptic threats, and expect me to bow out, you’re sorely mistaken. Eira is my wife. My concern. Not yours."

Elias smirked, taking another step forward. "Wife, yes. But do you really know her? Do you know the battles she’s fought? The scars she’s hidden? Or are you too busy playing the hero to notice the cracks?"

Callian didn’t react immediately, "If this is your way of trying to rattle me, you’re wasting your breath. I know enough. And I know how to handle what I don’t."

"Handle?" Elias repeated with mockery. "Interesting choice of words. You can’t ’handle’ a person like Eira. She’s not some trophy you put on a shelf. She’s a survivor. And survivors don’t trust easily."

Callian’s voice dropped, colder now. "I don’t need you to lecture me about my wife."

Elias chuckled again, the sound grating. "Touchy, aren’t we? Fine. Let’s move on to what really matters. I’m here because I don’t trust you. And unlike Eira, I don’t have to."

Callian stepped closer now, the space between them almost nonexistent.

"You don’t have to trust me, Elias. But if you think you can undermine me or interfere in our lives, you’ll regret it."

Elias’s smile faded slightly, replaced by a sharp edge to his gaze.

"I’m not here to undermine you, Callian. I’m here to ensure Eira doesn’t get swallowed up by the chaos surrounding her. Henry, Beatrice, Mita—they’re all circling, waiting for the right moment to strike. And you? You’re too busy playing protector to realize you’re standing in the middle of their battlefield."

Callian’s voice remained calm, but there was steel beneath it. "You think you know me? You think you can waltz in here and tell me how to protect my wife? You’ve got a lot of nerve."

Elias smirked again. "Nerve is a family trait. Something you should get used to, considering who you married."

"You haven’t answered my question. What do you want from me?"

Elias paused, his smirk fading as he seemed to think of his next words.

"I want to make sure Eira isn’t left alone in this mess. You’re powerful, Callian, but power attracts enemies. And Eira has enough of those without adding your rivals to the mix."

Callian’s response was immediate. "Then stay out of our way."

Elias stared at him for a moment before laughing softly.

"You really don’t trust anyone, do you? Good. That’ll keep you alive. But remember this, Callian—if you ever fail to protect her, I will step in. And you won’t like how I do it."

Callian didn’t flinch, "If you ever come near her without my permission, you’ll find out just how far I’m willing to go for her. And trust me, Elias, you won’t like how I do it."

Elias finally took a step back, his smirk returned. freewёbnoνel-com

"Fair enough. For now, I’ll watch from the sidelines. But don’t get too comfortable. Eira’s safety is the only thing that matters. Remember that."

Without another word, Elias turned and walked away, his steps unhurried, his posture as confident as ever.

Callian watched him go away.

This man, whoever he truly was, had inserted himself into their lives with unsettling ease.

As Elias disappeared into the shadows, Callian’s phone buzzed in his pocket.

He glanced at the screen and saw Mike’s name.

"Did you find anything?" Callian asked, answering immediately.

Mike’s voice was brisk. "Not much yet. But I’ll tell you this—Raiver Blackwood isn’t a man to take lightly. If he’s around, it means trouble’s already here."

Callian’s grip on the phone tightened as he stared into the night. "Then I’ll deal with him. Like how I deal with everything else."

Mike hesitated before adding, "Just be careful. Men like him don’t usually act without a plan. And when they do, it’s rarely in anyone’s favor but their own."

Callian ended the call, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

The wind picked up slightly, rustling the snow around him as he stood there alone.

Elias might think he had the upper hand, but Callian had no intention of letting anyone threaten the life he had built with Eira.

Not Henry. Not Beatrice. Not his mother. Not Mita.

And certainly not Elias Blackwood.

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