2 - The Blind Billionaire's Offer

Sienna POV

“I’ll pay you. Just name your price.”

I gave him a sarcastic smile. Who does this man think he is? The way he said how much sounded like I’d jump at the offer instantly.

“Sorry, but I don’t need your money. Find someone else—or better yet, court a woman who actually likes you instead of paying someone to pretend.”

He didn’t answer. I turned to leave; I still had work to do. But when I opened the door, the two men from earlier were already standing there, staring at me so intently that one wrong move might earn me a bruise.

“Bring her back to me,” the man behind me said.

I shut my eyes in frustration as the two men grabbed my arms again, dragging me back to where I stood earlier before quietly stepping away. This was beyond ridiculous now.

Fuming, I looked at the man—this time, his full face visible. Whatever harsh words I was about to throw at him died on my tongue.

Every woman would stop walking if they saw him. He really did look like a vampire—pale to the point of looking almost ghostly, lips with a faint red tint, a sharp nose, thick eyebrows, and, most striking of all, those gray eyes. They were stunning. Were they real or just contacts? I’ve always been obsessed with gray eyes—so rare and so beautiful compared to the usual brown or black.

“Are you accepting my offer?” he asked calmly.

His question snapped me out of my daze. “Hold on a second! Maybe you’d like to explain your offer first—and why you picked me of all people. I don’t even know you.”

He just appeared out of nowhere. I didn’t even know anyone rich, and at the bar, I barely see my customers’ faces because of the dim lighting. Then suddenly this guy shows up and wants me to be his fake girlfriend?

“Because you need it,” he said.

I frowned. “What do you mean, I need it?”

“I have detailed information about you. You don’t just need money for food—you have deeper reasons for enduring a job like that.”

My brows knitted together. He spoke so confidently, like he knew me inside out.

“And how much do you know about me exactly?”

A faint smirk curved his lips. “Everything. Even the mark hidden on your body.”

My eyes widened. How the hell did he know about that? Was he one of my customers before? But no—he couldn’t be. I never take off my clothes at work!

I pointed a finger at him. “How do you even know that? Who are you?”

“I’m Red Montemayor.”

My pulse skipped. The name sounded powerful, familiar even, but I couldn’t place it. “How did you find me? No one even knows what I do—or where I work.”

He smirked faintly. “Let’s just say I have connections in places you wouldn’t expect.”

My brows drew together. “Connections?”

“Yeah. One of them led me straight to you.”

“If you want to understand, sit down again,” he said firmly. “I’ll explain the conditions—and tell you how I found you, and why I chose you to be my fake girlfriend.”

I hesitated, then slowly sat on the single sofa. If I wanted clarity, I had to listen.

Red sat down across from me, fingers interlaced, gaze locked directly on mine. I noticed something strange—he barely blinked. Through all this talking, I’d only seen him blink once. Didn’t his eyes hurt?

“I’m looking for a woman who can pretend to be my girlfriend for three months,” he said finally. “Someone who won’t fall for me. I don’t want any commitment—ever again.”

“Then why are you looking for a fake girlfriend? You after some kind of inheritance or something?” I asked, arching a brow.

“No. I want revenge.”

I almost snorted. Great. Another heartbroken guy with trust issues.

“You should just move on instead of dragging another woman into your drama,” I said bluntly. “It takes time, but that’s the only real solution.”

“No!!”

I flinched at his sudden outburst. Wow, someone’s still very hurt.

“I won’t stop until Scarlet is begging for forgiveness—on her knees, bleeding from the sharp stones beneath her!”

Yikes. Okay, this guy was a special kind of bitter. Some people just couldn’t move on—either because of pride or because they loved too deeply.

“So, why exactly do you want revenge?” I asked lazily, though curiosity was creeping in.

Tears formed in his striking gray eyes. My annoyance faltered for a moment.

“Because she’s the reason I can no longer see the world,” he said quietly.

I frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”

“I’m blind,” he said, voice heavy with emotion. “I may have beautiful eyes, but I can no longer see light.”

I bit my lip, speechless. That explained why he didn’t blink often—and why his gaze seemed so fixed.

He straightened again, his expression hardening, though tears still trailed down his cheeks.

“I wouldn’t seek revenge if blindness were the only reason,” he continued. “I could forgive her for that. But no—she did something worse. Something I can’t speak about yet.”

He paused, his jaw tightening. “All you need to know is that she took more than my sight. She took everything I valued.”

Silence hung between us, heavy and suffocating.

“What she did was cruel,” I said finally, “but sorry—I’m not the kind of woman you can flaunt. Your ex sounds richer and prettier. Maybe find a model or an actress if you really want to break her heart.”

“No,” he said firmly. “My butler described you as a woman with a strong personality—someone no one can easily defeat.”

What did he need, a strong woman to fight his ex for him? Was this Scarlet girl some kind of warrior princess?

“We’ll do exactly what she did to me,” he said coldly. “You have to be brave—ready to fight back. I can’t protect you physically in my condition. But I’ll give you more money than you’ve ever earned at that club. Or you can name your price, and I’ll pay it—in cash.”

“Your story’s confusing,” I muttered. “How exactly are you planning to take revenge?”

“For me, she’s already an ex. But for Cassandra… she still believes we’re together.”

I frowned. “Then what exactly are you planning to do?”

He leaned back, a faint smile forming on his lips—one that didn’t reach his eyes. “Let’s just say I’ll make her lose the very things she values most.”

“Which are?” I pressed.

His smile deepened, colder this time. “You’ll find out soon enough. All you need to do is play your part convincingly—and stay by my side until it’s over.”

I shifted in my seat, conflicted. A part of me whispered to accept his offer. It would be easy money compared to the bar. I just needed the courage to face this Scarlet woman. I groaned softly, running a hand through my hair.

“What are your conditions?” I finally asked before I could stop myself.