The Billionaire's Hidden Vows
His eyes burned with an ancient knowledge, and when they met hers, she sometimes felt she was staring into a mirror not of her soul, but of her failures.
But then Mira-Eve asked to see him.
She came blindfolded, her steps slow, Eva guiding her gently to the cot. “I gave him my sight,” Mira-Eve said softly, her voice as fragile as smoke curling through the vault. “So he could see love.”
Lucien sat up, startled, then wary. His small hands clenched into fists. He had been accused, confined, made a vessel for powers no child should bear—but this, this blind girl before him, spoke not in accusation but in offering.
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