Novel & Cerita Don't Mess With The Blind Heiress

It is the same lawyer who promised me he was going to do whatever he could to make sure my name appears as the heiress. What nonsense does he want to say? “I tried my best, but your late grandpa…” " Shut up!” I threw a cushion at him angrily. " You are a liar, you fool. I shouldn't have left it all in your hands, I would have done it by myself!” " But I did what I could, the rest was your fault.” My fault? How was it my fault? " When your late Grandpa sent someone to call you when he was battling with death, you refused to go, that was why he sent someone to bring Blair.”

“Kill her, Ethan. End it. Marry me, and let’s stop playing games.” For the first time, something subtle shifted in his expression. Not shock. Not anger. But calculation. He exhaled slowly. “You are speaking emotionally,” he said quietly. “I am speaking realistically,” she shot back. “She cannot see. The doctor already confirmed it. She will never recover her sight. You don’t need her anymore. You need what she owns.” Ethan’s gaze lowered slightly. The mention of the medical diagnosis lingered in his mind. Permanent blindness. No recovery expected.

A faint scent of new cloth and perfume Ace seemed to favor. The first thing I saw was a card. Cream parchment, edges burned for effect, the handwriting elegant and precise. The Blind Maiden, and I was given the role of the blind maiden. I looked up at him, brows raised. “The Blind Maiden?” He nodded. “Our theme is medieval. Everyone’s playing a role.” “And I’m the poor girl?” I asked, half amused. “You’re the heart of it,” he corrected softly.

The living room was beautifully decorated, and a few richly dressed people were in the room, alongside some servants who were moving from place to place. Suddenly, a commanding voice echoed in my ears, and I turned to see my stepmother, dressed in a long blue gown. "Get more drinks and chairs!" she said. ''This isn’t the kind of party you do in your stinky homes!" Lola tugged my hand. “Come on.” We moved away from our hiding place, but before we could take more than two steps, a familiar voice called out. “Hey! You two! Come over here. I have a little job for you.”

This question has plagued his quest for that far away top. “HEHEHE! Do you think she doesn’t know? You are young, Caiden. And your youth shows in your words. The Blind Goddess knows everything about us. I will not be even surprised if she was right here in this very room, hidden from our eyes and chuckling at our stupidity.” Chayene replied as her eyes blazed with a magnificent carmine tint and roamed them freely. Alas, even her supernatural perception failed to notice anything out of ordinary.

She belongs to me. I will have her. Thomas Blankenship ascended the steps to his townhouse, seething. He knew what that fool Parr was up to. He means to play me against Essex in a secret bidding war. Well, I won't play that game. She's mine. He pounded his fist on the door rather than use the knocker. His wizened butler, Baltus, appeared at the door. "Welcome back, sir." Blankenship only growled and stamped past him into the hall. He shrugged out of his coat and threw it at the footman who waited by the stairs.

It's so obvious the whole pack is aware that their celebrity Prince came home with a weak Bride. "She's part of us now and there's nothing anyone can do about it," Celesta replied and I focused on her. She scrubbed my back smoothly and massaged my breasts with the liquid. She was really pretty with her short red hair and I assumed her to be in her thirties. One thing I noticed from their arguing is that I'm not welcome here and everything they've done was for Sebastian. I was so eager to ask why a blind prince could wield so much power over a mighty Pack and castle but I shove it down my throat. I could be called an Intruder or gold digger who wants to bite more than she can chew.

“You think this makes you powerful? Having men obey your voice doesn’t make you an heiress. It makes you scared.” “Oh, I’m not scared,” she says, pulling a white envelope from the table beside her. She waves it dramatically. “You see this? DNA results. Proof that I’m Blake’s true heiress, their relative. You should have done your research. You were just… a charity case.” Peter freezes and my heartbeat thuds in my ears, but I force my face to stay calm. Melissa takes another step toward me, waving the papers like a trophy. “It’s finally over, Amy. I get what’s mine—my name, my legacy, my palace.”

A literal chandelier and so many mirrors I could see every bad decision I’d ever made. “Miss Reed,” said a woman with a perfect British accent. Her outfit screamed old money and trauma. “Mr. Blackthorne instructed we prepare you for the press.” “The what now?” “The press,” she repeated like I was stupid. “You’ll be introduced today.” I just stared blankly into space. Her lips barely moved. “.....As His fiancée.” She continued. I laughed so hard I almost choked on my own disbelief. “Yeah, okay. You’re funny.”

"Did you just… hit me?" "Already lost a few brain cells from the impact?" I sneered and shook my hand to chase away the numbness. "Let this remind you who I am, dumbass. I'm the true heiress of the Blanc family. I wasn't adopted like Bella, so why the hell is she wearing my engagement dress?!" [4-Star Madness. Reward: 30,000,000 dollars.] Cha-ching. The rush was intoxicating, and so was the sudden jump in my bank balance.