Novel & Cerita Don't Mess With The Blind Heiress

I'm blown to pieces. And where the hell is Knight in all this ruckus? He must have known that we’re stepsiblings. Or did he not? Could it be he was not curious about me as I was not about him? I grab a bottle of champagne as we leave, hiding my face behind my unruly red hair. A degree holder with zero ambition. The girl without the courage to stand up for herself. The dull heiress of The Morningstar Group who might just run the generational empire into the ground.

However, he was blind to the smirk Juliana would give me in the hallway after each of her little games. The smile on her face basically told me that Matteo would choose her every time. In the end, Matteo named Juliana’s brother as his successor. Meanwhile, I was cast aside like a useless chess piece and disposed of without a trace. Right then, Juliana rose to her feet and made her way around the table to get to me. Putting her hand on the back of my chair, she spoke in a tone that carried well across the room.

My eyes darkened as I glanced at my bare ring finger, relieved that I’d tossed the band away. “Oh… I didn’t mean to imply—” “I’m fine,” I said, forcing a smile. “Just tired from the flight. And this look? I’m getting rid of it today.” Olivia’s face brightened slightly. “I’m just glad you’re back. You came at the perfect time.” Her tone turned conspiratorial, her storyteller expression taking over. “Your stepmother is over the edge, parading herself as the mother of the new heiress to the Gomez fortune.”

Her words faded into the quiet air, her fist clenching as a thousand thoughts echoed in her mind. "Done?" a voice asked suddenly.She turned to see Damien, his gaze already fixed on her. "Is something bothering you?" he asked, noticing her expression. "Victor and Sophia bought an estate," she said slowly. "I find myself… interested in it." He chuckled. “Interested… or envious?" "Neither," she said firmly. "They just don’t deserve it." Damien said nothing. Instead, he pulled out his phone and made a call. "Find the owner of the estate Victor purchased," he ordered. "Tell them I’ll pay double. If they refuse, triple it." He ended the call without hesitation.

“Just until you get your sight back. Then everything can go back to normal.” “What if he never gets his sight back?” Elara snapped, silencing Cassian. “The doctor said there’s a possibility, not a guarantee.” But this time, I was the one who silenced her. “I’ll marry Elara,” I said firmly, breaking the tension in the room. “Not in a million years,” she shot back instantly, her tone laced with outrage. “I don’t know who you think you are, trying to force me into this,” she spat. “Just because you’re rich, you think that makes you any less disabled? You sit there in your wheelchair, blind and bitter, treating everyone like they’re beneath you—”

Daniella taps her tablet, and every screen in the room lights up with the same headline: NOVA IS THE CONFIRMED STERLING HEIRESS: TRADING IS NOW ON HOLD. Jace flips a knife onto the table. It embeds itself between Lysander’s widened fingers. “Also, she’s not a child. She’s your queen.” The room temperature seems to drop as faces turn pale. The once confident executives now look like students caught cheating in an exam. Alpha Mercer’s chair screeches as he stands. “You expect us to bow to a hybrid?” I let my claws slide out again, the silver gleaming under the boardroom’s chandelier. “No.” My eyes locked on Mr Mercer. “I expect you to run.”

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Not from the alcohol, but from the anger. As if that wasn’t enough, he came to the party with another woman. She recognized her, the woman beside him was Layla Monet, her rival since childhood. Well, she never considered her a rival, but she was certain that woman hated her because of some reason unknown to her. Dion realized she was upset at the moment and followed her gaze. He immediately knew what made her seem so upset. Dion reached out to her clenched hand and held it in his own. “I know you’re mad, but remember to control your emotion, Sofia.” He whispered.

The Harlow residence blazed with lights as maids busied themselves preparing the venue for tomorrow. I was sitting in the study when lines of text suddenly appeared before my eyes, scrolling rapidly with a kind of manic excitement. [Is the protagonist blind? She doesn't want such a good man and insists on that piece of trash?] [Tonight is the finale! That vicious supporting male character, Drake Weston, needs to exit the story already.] [As long as Drake and the fake heiress sleep together and the media catches them, the protagonist won't be able to go through with this marriage!]

It was mesmerizing. He couldn't help but notice the fact that she had yet to look into his eyes! "I apologize, she is blind" Antonio spoke up as he took a step in front of his daughter in a protective stance. The prince simply nodded and tried to keep his mind off of the woman that intrigued him so much. He didn't miss the fact that his wolf was going crazy. She was his mate but she was also a Vampire. A Blind vampire. It was as if something in him switched off. The moon Goddess had given him a defective mate.