Marrying My Father's Enemy-Chapter 115: The Queen Strikes Back

Chapter 115: The Queen Strikes Back

The garage was cold, smelling of oil and gasoline.

Beatrice was on her high heels, arms crossed tightly over her chest, staring at Mike as he shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

Her sharp features were like ice, but her eyes burned with fury.

"What is it, Mike?" she snapped, her voice cut through the silence. "If this isn’t important, you’ve wasted my time."

Mike swallowed hard, tugging nervously at his collar. "It’s important. Henry... he’s moving forward with the divorce. He’s hired Adrian Cane."

Beatrice’s lips curled into a bitter smile.

"Oh, Adrian Cane. Of course, he did. The dog always knows which master to follow. And Henry..."

Beatrice took a deep breath.

"He thinks he can simply discard me? Like a broken toy?"

Mike hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal.

"He... he’s planning to leave you with nothing, Beatrice. No money, no property, no power."

Her smile vanished. "Nothing?" The word came out as a hiss, with disbelief and rage. "After everything I’ve built for him? For this family?"

"That’s what he’s saying," Mike said, stepping back as if her anger might physically strike him.

Beatrice let out a harsh laugh, the sound bouncing off the concrete walls.

"Oh, Henry. You fool. You think you can break me? No, Mike. He doesn’t understand who he’s dealing with."

Mike fidgeted, glancing toward the exit. "What do you want me to do?"

"You’ve already done enough," she said coldly.

She was already thinking of plans, schemes formed faster than she could grasp them.

Henry wanted war? She would give him war.

An hour later, Beatrice sat in the study of her private wing, the soft glow of her desk lamp illuminating her sharp features.

Her phone vibrated, and she glanced at the screen.

"Miranda," she said smoothly as she answered the call.

Miranda Frost’s voice was as sharp as her name. "I hear you’ve got a fight on your hands. Adrian Cane? That’s ambitious."

Beatrice’s smile was razor-thin. "He can bring Adrian. I have you. And we’re going to destroy him."

Miranda chuckled. "I like your confidence. What’s the plan?"

"I want everything on Henry," Beatrice said, her tone icy. "Business, personal—I don’t care how small. Every skeleton, every misstep."

Miranda’s fingers could be heard tapping against a keyboard.

"If there’s dirt, I’ll find it. But you need to be careful. If he’s gone to Cane, that means he’s serious."

Beatrice’s voice hardened.

"Serious? Miranda, he’s planning to leave me with nothing. After all these years. Do you know what I’ve endured to keep this family together? To make him who he is?"

"I do," Miranda said. "And I’ll make sure he regrets underestimating you."

Beatrice leaned back in her chair, the faintest flicker of satisfaction crossing her face.

"Good. Because this isn’t just about money, Miranda. It’s about power. And I’m not losing it."

As she hung up, Beatrice’s phone buzzed again. This time, it was an unknown number. Frowning, she answered.

"Beatrice," came Raiver’s cold voice.

She stiffened. "You..? What a surprise."

"Don’t flatter yourself," he said simply. "I’m calling because I know what you’re planning."

Beatrice’s fingers tightened around the phone. "Oh? And what exactly am I planning?"

"Don’t play games with me," He snapped.

"Whatever schemes you’re cooking up against Henry, leave Eira out of it. She’s been through enough because of you."

Beatrice’s laugh was soft but skeptical. "Eira? The golden child? Don’t worry, Raiver. Eira’s untouchable, isn’t she? Or so she likes to believe."

"I mean it, Beatrice," he said, his voice hard. "Stay away from her. If you push this too far, you’ll lose more than you can imagine."

Beatrice’s jaw tightened, but she forced a smile into her voice.

"Thank you for the warning, Raiver. I’ll keep it in mind."

She hung up before he could respond, slamming the phone onto the desk.

Her carefully controlled demeanor cracked for a moment, anger went across her face.

"Ungrateful brats," she muttered. "All of them. After everything I’ve done for this family."

The next morning, Beatrice called a meeting with her most trusted allies.

They gathered in the conservatory, the room’s glass walls making it feel both exposed and intimate.

She stood at the head of the table, commanding attention despite her slender frame.

"Henry thinks he can erase me," she began, her voice calm but deadly. "He’s wrong. And I’ll make sure he pays for his arrogance."

Her allies nodded, some murmuring their agreement.

One of them, a sharp-dressed woman named Cecilia, leaned forward. "What’s the first move?"

Beatrice’s smile was icy. "We hit him where it hurts. His reputation. His legacy. And if he wants to play dirty, so will I."

By evening, Beatrice had begun executing her plan.

She reached out to old connections, planting rumors and stirring doubts about Henry’s business dealings.

She had her people dig into his finances, looking for anything that could be used against him.

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Beatrice’s chest tightened at the thought of Henry’s DNA test.

Vanessa had always been a pawn in her games, but now, she was a liability.

If Henry discovered the truth, it could destroy everything.

She dialed Vanessa’s number. When her daughter answered, her voice was wary.

"Mother? What is it?"

"Vanessa, darling," Beatrice said in a honeyed tone. "I need to see you. There’s something we need to discuss."

"I... I don’t think that’s a good idea," Vanessa said.

"It wasn’t a request," Beatrice replied sharply. "Come to the estate. I."

Vanessa hesitated, but eventually, she sighed. "Fine. I’ll be there."

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Beatrice was standing in front of the grand mirror in her bedroom.

She adjusted her diamond necklace, the heaviness of it grounding her.

"Henry," she whispered to her reflection, a cold smile spread across her lips. "You want war? You’ve got it."

She killed for his reputation.

Got rid of all his enemies.

Helen, Eira, Liam...anyone who could’ve caused danger to his wealth, they were forced to be removed.

But Eira found a way back, "that little rat."

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