The CEO's Blind Bride Heard Everything의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

​The limousine glided through high wrought-iron gates, its tires crunching softly over crushed gravel before coming to a stop in front of the grand entrance of Blackwood Manor.​Evelyn sat motionless as the driver opened the rear door. The cool night air rushed in, carrying the scent of pine, damp earth, and ocean salt.​Lucian stepped out first. Evelyn heard the soft rustle of his coat as he turned back, extending a broad, calloused hand toward her.​"Watch your step," his deep voice cut through the quiet.​Evelyn reached out slowly, letting her fingers touch his palm. His grip was warm, firm, and overwhelmingly strong, sending a sudden spike of electricity through her skin. She deliberately let her foot wobble on the edge of the running board, playing the fragile, visually impaired bride.​Lucian caught her instantly, his arm wrapping around her waist to steady her against his chest.​Evelyn’s ear pressed lightly against the crisp fabric of his suit jacket for a fraction of a second

​Morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Blackwood Manor dining hall. A long table of polished mahogany was set with fine porcelain, crystal glasses, and a lavish spread of breakfast delicacies.​Evelyn sat near the head of the table in a soft lavender dress, her expression serene and unbothered as she delicately buttered a piece of toast. She kept her glazed, unfocused gaze fixed slightly toward the centerpiece.​Across the room, three senior board members of the Blackwood Corporation sat with tense shoulders and lowered voices, waiting for Lucian to arrive.​"Did you hear?" Director Thomas whispered, leaning toward his colleague. "Julian Vance disappeared from the international terminal last night. Left his luggage right in the lounge. His mother Eleanor is running around like a headless chicken trying to file a missing persons report."​"Serves him right," Director Vance—no relation—replied in a quiet hiss. "The boy was an arrogant gambler. But what worri

​The autumn wind whipped through the grand courtyard of Blackwood Manor, bringing with it the crisp chill of approaching evening. Inside the glass-walled sunroom on the second floor, Evelyn sat quietly in a velvet armchair, a book printed in raised Braille resting on her lap. Her slender fingers traced the textured dots on the paper, but her mind was miles away, tuned entirely to the surrounding soundscapes of the estate.​Four security guards stationed at the perimeter wall, Evelyn calculated silently. Their footsteps are synchronized, breaking rhythm every forty-five seconds at the east gate. Two maids are polishing the silverware in the pantry three doors down—their gossip is currently useless. But the acoustics in the study...​She shifted slightly, inclining her head toward the ceiling vents.​Directly above the sunroom was Lucian’s private holding room—an unlisted, soundproof office where he conducted high-level security sweeps. To an ordinary person, the soundproofing would hav

​The Grand Palace Hotel was the pinnacle of high-society luxury in the capital. Crystal chandeliers hung from sixty-foot gilded ceilings, casting brilliant, dazzling light over hundreds of executives, aristocrats, and reporters assembled for the Blackwood Group's Autumn Gala.​A black Maybach pulled up to the red carpet at the grand entrance.​When the driver opened the door, a sudden hush fell over the crowd of reporters outside.​Lucian Blackwood stepped out first, wearing a tailored midnight-black tuxedo that emphasized his broad shoulders and towering stature. But as he turned back toward the car, his expression melted into one of absolute, tender care.​He extended his broad hand into the vehicle, gently guiding Evelyn out into the cool night air.​Gasps echoed through the crowd.​Evelyn stepped onto the red carpet wearing the custom blood-crimson velvet gown. The structured corset hugged her slender waist, while the heavy fabric spilled around her feet like liquid ruby. Around h

​When Evelyn returned to the head table, Lucian stood up immediately, taking her into his arms and scanning her face for any sign of distress.​"What happened?" Lucian asked, his eyes burning with sharp concern as he noticed her slightly flushed cheeks.​"I tripped in the hallway, Lucian," Evelyn whispered, leaning close to his ear. "I bumped into Director Harrison. He was very angry."​Lucian’s jaw clenched, a dangerous, dark aura radiating from his body. "Did he touch you?"​"No," Evelyn murmured, slipping her hand under the table and pressing the stolen USB flash drive directly into Lucian’s open palm.​Lucian froze.​His thumb brushed over the micro-drive, his heart doing a sudden, violent thud against his ribs. He looked down at Evelyn, his dark eyes wide with shock and absolute disbelief.​"What is this?" Lucian whispered, his voice barely audible under the roar of the applause as Director Harrison took the stage at the front of the ballroom.​"Harrison’s left pocket," Evelyn wh