Marrying My Father&# Chapter 103: Mike Selling Information To Callian

Chapter 103: Mike Selling Information To Callian

Chapter 103: Mike Selling Information To Callian

Mike leaned against the hood of his car, his phone pressed to his ear.

He smirked as the line connected. "Mr. Reed, it’s Mike. I’ve got sothing you’ll want to hear."

Callian’s voice was calm but sharp on the other end. "And what exactly would that be?"

"Let’s just say Henry Blackwood’s obsession is reaching new levels. He’s hell-bent on destroying anyone who’s ever been close to Eira. It’s personal for him. He’s unraveling," Mike said, glancing at the Blackwood mansion in the distance.

Callian paused, his tone turned colder. "Why are you telling

this just now? Do you work for

or for him?"

Mike chuckled lightly. "I work for the highest bidder, Mr. Reed. Loyalty isn’t part of the contract. Besides, Henry’s obsession is bad for business. And I figured you might want a chance to get ahead of it."

Callian’s silence was long, calculating. "What’s your angle?"

"I’ve got more than just rumors. I can dig deeper, find out what’s fueling this madness. But that kind of work doesn’t co cheap."

Callian didn’t hesitate. "Na your price."

Mike’s smirk grew. "Half a million. Upfront."

"Done," Callian said without flinching. "You’ll have it by the end of the day."

Mike raised an eyebrow, impressed by the quick response. "Pleasure doing business with you again, Mr. Reed. I’ll be in touch."

The call ended, and Mike slipped his phone into his pocket.

He watched as Henry’s car left the estate, heading down the long driveway.

Once the coast was clear, he walked toward the mansion.

The Blackwood estate was surprisingly quiet as Mike entered Henry’s private office.

The room was dimly lit by the late afternoon sun.

He shut the door behind him, glancing around to ensure no one would disturb him.

Henry’s desk was pristine, every item placed with precision, every surface wiped clean.

Mike didn’t waste ti admiring it.

He opened drawers, flipping through papers and files, but there was nothing that scread "personal obsession."

Then his eyes landed on a locked drawer at the bottom right.

He smirked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small key.

Henry had given it to him long ago for ergencies, trusting that Mike wouldn’t abuse it.

"Well, Henry, you should’ve known better," Mike muttered, sliding the key into the lock.

The drawer clicked open, and inside lay a worn, leather-bound diary.

Its edges were frayed, the cover creased from years of use.

Mike picked it up, flipping through the pages. His smirk faded as he scanned the entries.

Each page was a piece of Eira’s life—raw, painful, and horrifying.

The entries spoke of neglect, abuse, and survival.

The more he read, the more he realized just how deep her scars ran.

"Jesus..." Mike whispered under his breath.

He flipped to another page:

Today, I was so hungry I thought I’d faint. But Konrad didn’t care. He said if I was too weak to stand, I didn’t deserve food anyway. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t. Crying only made it worse.

Mike’s stomach churned as he read on.

It wasn’t just neglect—it was systematic cruelty.

He closed the diary, holding it tightly as he pulled out his phone and dialed Callian again.

"Mike," Callian answered almost imdiately. "What is it?"

"I found sothing," Mike said in an uncharacteristically serious way. "A diary. Eira’s. It’s all here—everything she went through as a kid. The abuse, the starvation, all of it."

Callian’s grip on his phone tightened. "Where is it now?"

"In my hands, sitting in Henry’s office," Mike replied.

"I need it," Callian said firmly. "Bring it to . Tonight."

Mike hesitated. "That might be tricky. Henry’s bound to notice it’s missing, and if he does—"

"I don’t care," Callian interrupted. "That diary belongs to my wife. I want it in my hands before morning. Do whatever you need to make that happen."

Mike exhaled, glancing at the diary. "Fine. But this won’t co cheap, Reed."

"Add it to the bill," Callian said. "And don’t waste ti."

The line went dead, leaving Mike alone in the quiet office.

He tucked the diary under his jacket and locked the drawer again, ensuring everything looked untouched.

He glanced at the door, listening for any signs of movent before slipping out of the room.

He was going to print copies of it, while leaving the original diary for Henry.

But Mike wasn’t aware that in Henry’s office, there was a small hidden cara, recording him.

Back at the penthouse, Callian walked in circles near the windows.

He couldn’t shake the thought of Eira’s diary—what it held, what it revealed about the pain she had endured.

He clenched his fists so tightly that he was ready to leave a hole inside the wall... beneath his light-mood face, he was burning inside.

Eira walked into the room, her eyes softened when she saw him. "Callian? What’s wrong?"

He turned to her, his eyes t hers. "Nothing you need to worry about right now."

"Callian," she said, stepping closer. "I can tell sothing’s wrong. Talk to ."

He hesitated, wanting to shield her from whatever was coming.

But the truth was, he couldn’t hide it forever.

"Soon," he said finally. "There are things I need to handle first."

Eira frowned but nodded. "Alright. But don’t shut

out completely, okay?"

"I won’t," he promised, pulling her into a brief hug.

As she left the room, Callian’s phone buzzed with a new ssage from Mike: "I’ve got the copy of the diary. En route to deliver."

Callian exhaled.

Whatever secrets that diary held, they were about to co to light of why Henry felt the need to make Eira love him again.

After everything he’s done, every move he made on her and against her... it was extrely odd to Callian, why would Henry change his mind?

Henry Blackwood stole many investors from Callian’s company when his father was facing a lot of sales drop.

But Callian made the company rise again, triple stronger than it was before.

Making Henry Blackwood shake from stress.

But not a single ti, after stealing from Callian, Henry wanted to apologize and make the things right.

He just wasn’t the type of person to do such things... so what was written in Eira’s diary to make Henry Blackwood so obsessed with getting Eira back?