Sadi The Blind Lady Novels & Stories

She raised her head and gave me a warm smile, dropping her phone, “Hi, morning. I never knew Dregen hired a new maid.” Maid? I shook my head, the flush on my cheeks deepening, “Oh no…no… I am not a maid...I...uh…” I trailed, unable to decide if I should tell her I was a blood vessel. What if Baron Dregen didn’t want me to tell anyone? She offered me another smile and thankfully changes the subject, “What’s your name?” “Oh… I…You can just call me Sara.” She winked at me like she found me so amusing, “I am Lila and that cook over there is, Mrs. Thornton. She’s deaf and mute.”

I frowned as she referred to me as a “blind girl.” “Umm…I beg your pardon?” She scoffed. “You are that blind girl—the one that Enzo brought home to marry.” I smiled proudly as I heard Enzo’s name. “Yes,” I confidently said. “I am that woman.” The two of them burst out into laughter, causing me to become even more confused. “They said you were pretty,” the second girl said. “But Mandy is definitely prettier.” “Thank you, Laine,” the first girl, or from what I heard, “Mandy” said.

Just then, I heard the sound of heels outside the door, along with the tap of a cane against the floor. Evelyn was back. I instinctively hid the form behind me, slipping it into the gap in the couch. The door opened to Evelyn stepping in. She carefully felt her way forward while holding her cane. Her acting was terrible. She didn't look anything like a blind person. How did I ever believe her so completely? It was probably because I loved Evelyn. Love made one blind. And it turned out I was the one who had been blind all along. Evelyn didn't notice anything off about me. She felt her way over to the couch and wrapped her arms around my waist.

Then a woman’s voice on the other end laughed softly. “Still playing the loving husband?” Ethan stopped near the stairwell, his expression unreadable in the dim light. “I’m not playing,” he said calmly. “I’m finishing a process.” Another pause. Then, lower this time, “Her blindness makes everything easier. She signs whatever I place in front of her. She trusts me completely.” A faint smile tugged at his lips. “And her family… they won’t be a problem for much longer.” The next morning, Isabella noticed the first small inconsistency.

Blair. The lady took off her glasses, and I saw the scar that was on her right eye down to her cheek, the right eye was blind. She ran straight into Kayda, gripped her by the shirt, and pulled her. Kayda tried to fight back, but her grip was strong. “Go ahead and tell everyone what you did to me!” She shouted, and cast a swift glance at me. “Isn’t she Blair?” “You are not going to…”

I leaned in close to her, her sweet, subtle scent wrapped my senses causing me to struggle focusing. I searched through the crowd looking for the most popular person I could use to impress her with my claim. “See that lady over there with a Monkey's butt hat?” I pointed towards Sadie, model and ex wife to the famous Rio, the actor. “Yeah?” She was already getting amused “I bet a thousand dollars she'd exchange pleasantries with more than two people in five minutes only” And within the time frame, three people did walk up to her. “How did you know that'll happen?!” Her voice in a low thrilled tone, she turns to look at me brushing the side of her face with mine.

I figured he might be calling to explain himself or apologize. A mocking smile tugged at my lips as I answered, but instead of an apology, Cedric's voice came through harshly. "Why didn't you tell me your right eye was blind? Now, Celine is blind too. Are you happy now? Is it fun to mess with blind people? Come here and give her your left cornea." I couldn't help but laugh at his words. If someone didn't know better, they might think Cedric was Celine's husband. All of this suddenly made sense.

“Second Young Lady Lane, are you satisfied with today’s conference?” Seth leaned over, not wanting to lose out on the fun. “Second Young Lady Lane, you might want to go home and tell your dad that this is not the way to gain exposure within the market.” Sadie smirked as she raised her gaze to meet Elijah’s deep eyes. “So, the second young master of the Moses family is not blind.” “I thought that you would spend your life as a blind man!” When she finished speaking, she turned to look at Sally. “You’re brave.”

“Sit.” “Thank you, Luna Maureen,” Cassian murmured, voice smooth as oil over steel. They sat. The woman kept her gaze lowered at first. Then she lifted it. Our eyes met. Her gaze was piercing, hungry. I immediately recognize who she is. The blind girl from the auction hall—the pale, trembling thing who collapses on the wet tiles in the bathing chamber, chains rattling like broken bells while a guard laughs and kicks her ribs for sport.

So I thought of a plan, and it worked. “No! No, let them go, please.” The woman began to sob as I reappeared with her husband and child. “Why doesn’t she want to look at me?” Adaira asked as the girl’s eyes remained closed even after a minute. “She can’t see. She’s blind.” The mother said.