I Took My Sister’s Place to Care for the Blind Heir

She admitted with a smile, "Of course, I’ve always been confident in my own abilities, but I won’t deny that Liam has done a lot for me. And I completely deserve his devotion." Her poised and self-assured response earned the admiration of the crowd. Someone asked, "Could you share a story about how you and Liam supported each other during tough times?" Linda's smile suddenly froze. A strange silence filled the air, stretching time thin. After a long pause, Liam let out a soft chuckle and took the microphone. "There’s nothing to talk about. Our memories are just for the two of us." A sharp sting rose in my heart. I tightened my grip on the pen, lowering my head in a flustered attempt to hide my emotions. The moment I closed my eyes, the past came rushing back. Back when we were younger, Liam’s rebellious nature made him plenty of enemies. After he fell from grace, some of them came looking for trouble. I tried to shield him and was shoved down the steps, landing h

"In Miss Burns' eyes, do I seem like someone who holds grudges?"I kept my head down and mumbled, "That’s not what I meant."The next second, a gold-embossed business card was placed in front of me."You're still an intern, right? There’s a job opportunity—interested?"By the time I returned, my head was still spinning.The moment I stepped inside, Wade grabbed my arm. "You okay, Chloe?"I pressed a hand against my aching stomach and muttered, "Sorry, Wade. I had surgery on my stomach before, so I can’t really handle alcohol."He frowned, about to say something, when his gaze dropped to the business card in my hand.His eyes widened in shock. "Is that Mr. Hughes’ personal card?!"I nodded.The scene from earlier flashed through my mind.It was the kind of card people would go to great lengths to get their hands on—the kind that gave direct access to him.Something for nothing never sat well with me.I raised my guard and lowered my voice. "Why would Mr. Hughes offer such a valuable opp

But then, her gaze shifted back to Liam. Appearing cold and unreadable, Liam spoke calmly. "Miss Burns is highly capable. From now on, she’ll be the primary media liaison for our company." Linda’s head snapped toward me. Her eyes were filled with barely concealed fear and resentment. Later, when no one was around, she cornered me, her expression tense with both suspicion and disgust. "Chloe Burns, you really are insatiable. You took the money back then, so why are you here now?" I met her gaze calmly. "I graduated. I came back to work." It was a simple statement. "Work? Do you think I’m stupid?" Suddenly, she snapped, swinging her handbag at me in a fit of rage. "Get lost! Go tell him you’re stepping down from this job, or I swear, you won’t have a single peaceful day ahead!" Her Hermès bag hit the floor with a heavy thud, the chain snapping open and spilling its contents everywhere. I didn’t react. I just turned and walked away. Linda kept her word. Sudden

Before I could finish, Liam’s voice suddenly cut through. "You gave me a ring. Are you not planning to take responsibility for it?" …I froze, whipping my head toward him. He raised his left hand, revealing the simple silver band on his ring finger. The material was cheap, the craftsmanship nothing special. Yet, under the stage lights, it gleamed—polished, well cared for, as if it meant the world to him. Just like that, the sight of it dragged me back to four years ago. That day was Liam’s nineteenth birthday. For eighteen years, every one of his birthdays had been extravagant—lavish parties, overflowing with guests, except that year. That year, he had nothing. No one but me. Wanting to cheer him up, I took on two part-time shifts in between cramming for my thesis. With the forty dollars I earned, I bought a pair of cheap matching rings. When I got back, I grabbed his hand and slipped one onto his finger. Liam couldn’t see it, but he could feel it. His ear

The perfectly made-up face, bearing a six or seven-point resemblance to mine, was filled with impatience and disdain.The silk dress draping her frame, the diamond necklace resting against her collarbone, the crocodile leather handbag hanging off her arm—any one of these accessories were worth more than I could ever imagine.She took a slow sip of coffee, savoring the moment, before finally getting to the point."But since we are sisters, if you need money, I suppose I can give it to you. One hundred thousand dollars. You take my place and look after someone for me."The press conference had turned into a spectacle, spiraling into a complete farce.People’s gazes shifted toward Linda, their expressions growing more skeptical by the second.Even the cameras and microphones began turning toward her."Miss Dawson, is there any truth to what Mr. Hughes just said?""Was it really Miss Burns, not you, who stayed by his side when he lost everything?""Does that mean all your accusations just