Marrying My Father's Enemy-Chapter 108: The Fall Of Konrad

Chapter 108: The Fall of Konrad

The night was cold and unforgiving as Henry Blackwood sat in his study, staring at a file on his desk.

The name on the top read Konrad.

He had waited long enough.

Konrad’s sins were many, and his crime against Eira was one Henry could not let go unpunished.

The time for planning was over. Now, it was time to act.

Henry dialed Mike’s number, the line connected.

"Is everything ready?"

Mike’s voice came through as very professional.

"Yes, Mr. Blackwood. The evidence you requested has been prepared. He won’t know what hit him."

Mike smiled, wondering how much would Callian pay for this too.

"Good," Henry replied. "Execute it. Make sure there’s no loose end. I want him ruined by morning."

Mike hesitated for a moment. "And if he tries to fight back?"

Henry’s tone hardened. "Then you make him regret it. Handle this quietly, but completely. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Mike replied before hanging up.

Henry leaned back in his chair, the tension in his jaw started giving him headaches.

He thought about Eira’s diary, the words that described the abuse Konrad had inflicted.

Images of her as a child, scared and powerless, filled his mind.

"You won’t hurt her again," Henry whispered to himself.

The next morning, Konrad sat in his office, oblivious to the things that were about to drown him.

He sipped his coffee, flipping through papers on his desk when his phone beeped.

It was a message from one of his business associates:

-Konrad, we need to talk. Urgent.-

He frowned but ignored it. Another notification followed seconds later. Then another.

He opened his email, and his blood ran cold.

A flood of messages filled his inbox—clients terminating contracts, suppliers pulling out, and threats of lawsuits.

"What the hell is going on?" he muttered, scrolling frantically.

His assistant rushed in, "Mr. Konrad, the media is outside. They’re asking about the embezzlement accusations."

"Embezzlement?" Konrad repeated, standing abruptly. "What are you talking about?"

She handed him a tablet, the screen displayed a news article.

"A Lawyer Konrad Myson Exposed: Evidence of Fraud and Corruption Revealed."

His heart pounded as he skimmed the article. The details were damning—proof of fake accounts, money laundering, and bribes.

"This is all lies!" Konrad shouted, slamming the tablet onto his desk.

Before he could say more, his phone rang. It was his boss.

"Konrad," he began, his voice tense. "I just saw the news. This is bad—really bad."

"It’s all fake!" Konrad snapped. "Who’s behind this?"

The company he’d worked for as a lawyer was getting crashed second by second.

"The evidence is solid. If this goes to court, we’ll lose everything. We need to figure out who’s targeting you and why." His boss stated.

Konrad’s hands shook as he set the tablet down, his knuckles white against the desk.

His mind was searching for answers.

"Who would do this to me?" he muttered under his breath.

The name Eira flashed in front of him, followed quickly by her husband, Callian Reed.

It made sense.

Eira had always been a thorn in his side, even as a child.

And now, with her powerful husband at her side, she had the resources to pull something like this off.

Konrad’s phone buzzed again, breaking his thoughts.

It was another message:

-The evidence is overwhelming. Your accounts are frozen. I can’t do anything. I’m sorry.-

He slammed his fist on the desk, his face twisted with rage.

"Those bastards," he growled.

Konrad grabbed his coat and stormed out of his office, ignoring the stares of his employees.

The media swarmed the entrance, cameras flashing and reporters shouting questions.

"Mr. Konrad! Do you have a statement about the fraud accusations?"

"Is it true you’ve been laundering money through offshore accounts?"

"Have you been contacted by the authorities?"

Konrad shoved past them, his jaw clenched as he climbed into his car.

"Drive," he barked at his chauffeur, slamming the door shut.

The car sped off, and Konrad pulled out his phone, dialing a number he hadn’t called in years.

"Hello?" a voice answered cautiously.

"It’s Konrad," he snapped. "We need to meet. Now."

There was a pause on the other end. "Why? What’s going on?"

"I’ll explain when I see you. Just meet me at the usual place."

The line went dead, and Konrad leaned back in his seat, spiralling.

He just buried his mother, why couldn’t she leave him alone?

When he hurt her, he was only a child too.

The usual place was a dingy bar on the outskirts of town. It was quiet, dimly lit, and perfect for private conversations.

Konrad walked in, his shoulders stiff with tension.

His contact, an old business associate named Victor, sat at a corner booth nursing a drink.

Victor looked up as Konrad approached, "You look like hell."

"Save it," Konrad snapped, sliding into the seat across from him.

Victor raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting for Konrad to speak.

"It’s Eira," Konrad began, his voice low but seething with anger. "She and her husband are trying to destroy me."

Victor frowned, leaning forward. "Eira? That girl you used to..." He trailed off, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You think she’s behind this?" free𝑤ebnovel.com

"I don’t think—I know," Konrad hissed. "Who else would go to these lengths? Who else has the motive?"

Victor leaned back, his fingers tapped against his glass. "And what do you plan to do about it?"

Konrad’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. "I’m not going down without a fight. If they want to play dirty, I’ll show them just how far I’m willing to go."

Victor hesitated, "You might want to tread carefully, Konrad. Callian Reed isn’t someone you cross lightly. He’s got connections—powerful ones."

Konrad scoffed. "You think I’m afraid of him? He’s nothing without his money. And Eira? She’s just a spoiled brat with a chip on her shoulder."

Victor’s expression remained the same as he sipped his drink. "Just remember, desperation makes people dangerous. Don’t underestimate them."

"I’ve dealt with dangerous people before, Victor. And I’ve always come out on top."

As Konrad left the bar, his mind was occupied with plans.

He didn’t have proof that Eira and Callian were behind his downfall, but his instincts screamed that they were.

And if that was the case, he would make them regret ever coming after him.

The city lights blurred past as he drove back to his home, his jaw set with coming pain in his chest.

But beneath it, a seed of doubt had begun to take root.

What if Victor was right? What if he was in over his head?

Konrad pushed the thought aside, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

He couldn’t afford to doubt himself now.

Not when everything he had built was on the line.

"I’m gonna murder that bitch."

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