Novel & Cerita Don't Mess With The Blind Heiress

But I couldn't bear the thought of an elderly woman suffering for my mistakes. "You don't need to lie; I'll take the blame," I said. The maid protested, "No dear, I'll be fine." Before I could say more, Alex cut us off, his voice rising in anger. "Enough, both of you. Enough of this madness." We fell silent. "You may go," he said to the maid. She hesitated, "Sir..." but Alex raised his hand, silencing her. He pointed to the door, his gesture unmistakable.

“Marry a blind man?” She laughed—bright, cutting. “Oh, stop with the blindness charade,” she said, waving a dismissive hand. “We both know you aren’t truly blind. If you were, tell me—how exactly did you manage to fancy her so quickly?” She flung her arm toward me. My ears rang. The words hit like cold water poured straight down my spine. Blind? Zeden wasn’t blind? All this time—the careful way he moved, the way he seemed to track every sound, every shift in the room, every breath I took—he could see?

At first, they refused to talk. But after two days, the leader broke. “It was the girl,” he gasped. “The blonde one. Lilian White. She paid us 50 grand to graze Miss Rossi’s arm. Said we couldn’t kill her. Just make it look real, so it could warn her to leave as soon as possible.” Vincent’s world shattered. The cigar he’d been holding dropped to the floor, burning a hole through his tailored trousers, but he didn’t feel a thing.

Kimberly's voice reaches me as I get to the bottom of the stairs. Tatiana, who is dressed like a queen in a dark red dress lifts her chin high. “You are letting him get into your head. You won't win if you rise to his provocations.” “You're right, mother.” I stroll inside with a hand in my pocket. “You'll never win. The rest of the sentence is redundant.” I ignore them both and stare at a composed Tatiana who would have been mistaken for a statue if she didn't blink. “To what do I owe this family meeting?” I ask.

I spun and saw her through the fog—running toward me, hair wild, eyes wide with fury and fear. Behind her, shadows chased her like hounds. I roared, charging forward. She slammed into me, breathless, and I caught her, arm wrapping around her waist. “You’re here,” she breathed. “I told you I’d come.” “No time,” she gasped. “He’s coming. He’s not dead, Damien. The First Heir—he’s feeding off the Veil. He’s turning it into his own realm.” A deep laugh echoed around us, and the fog thickened into darkness.

He called Melany and asked for her to get Alana ready as soon as possible and without fail Melany executed everything gracefully. She came down the stairs dressed in a beautiful lilac flared dress that complimented her skin tone and her hair color. Kayden couldn’t stop smiling at the end of the stair case, he was like a little boy receiving a puppy for the first time. “ You look gorgeous, ” he remarked. “ And fortunately I chose the right color,” he said extending his hand towards her and it was a blindfold. “ Blindfold ? ” her face looked confused . “ Trust me, ” he said as he walked behind her and blindfolded her. He helped her to the car and got the engine rolling.

BLAKE'S POV She tapped the couch beside her gently, beckoning me to sit. I hesitated at first, but she insisted. I sat down on the couch reluctantly. "Why are you—" "Hush now, Blake. It's almost time," she said almost in a whisper. At exactly ten minutes past eight, a headline came up. Boldly written in capital letters: 'HEIRESS OF THE VALMONT EMPIRE CAUGHT IN A VIDEO ORDERING NEW FIANCÉ TO BEAT UP EX-HUSBAND'

"And Araminta too. She clawed her way up as the mistress and held onto Four Seasons Incorporated for years. Does she really think she's all that?" "Wait, Araminta looks familiar. I think I've seen pictures of her working as a hostess. Let me dig them up. If it's true, Maurice must've been blind. He gave up the heiress of the Gatrell family for a hostess." Just then, Jacob approached Quinn's side. With his rugged, sharply defined features, his presence immediately commanded the attention of the crowd, and the reporters fell silent.

Down-on-her-luck barista Maya Lin is one rent payment away from losing everything—until a corporate titan steps into her coffee shop, buys out her lease, and shatters her reality. ​Julian Vance is cold, calculating, and terrifyingly powerful. As the head of an elite private security firm, he carries a dead man’s secret: Maya isn't just an orphan scraping by, but the sole heiress to the multi-billion-dollar Vance-Harrington shipping empire. Her grandfather was murdered, and the killers are already moving to eliminate Maya before she can claim her legacy. ​To keep her breathing, Julian enforces a single rule: total obedience. He locks her away in his high-tech penthouse, but Maya refuses to

I was probably not thinking then. “Since we have a deal? Can I ask what kind of sickness your sister has?” I asked, blaming myself that I didn't ask that first because confirming that we now have a deal. What if his sister’s sister has an incurable disease? Wouldn't that be kicking myself in the foot? “Selene is blind.” I stared at him, mouth wide open. Blind? As in blind? Oh my goddess! A blind Vampire Princess? “How? When?” I asked after I was able to get over my shock. Can Vampires get blind too? Aren't they immortal?