Novel & Cerita The Villainess Blind Date

She turned to Butler Kim, who handed her another folder “So,” she began again, setting her cup down gently. “I’ve arranged a blind date for you tomorrow evening.” I blinked, sure I hadn’t heard her right. “What?” She smiled, that same polished, practiced smile she wore at every social event. “A lovely girl from the Williamson family. You’ll like her.” I stared at her, feeling my patience wear thin. “I’m not going.” “Yes, you are.” “No, I’m not.” I leaned back in my seat. “I don’t need a blind date. I’m not interested.”

She smiled, her heels in hands as she collapsed on her bed, opposite mine. “It’s 10am, Marley. Every normal human is supposed to be awake by this time, except for the party types like yourself.” I throw back, a small smile stretched across my lips. “Oh…. Like me.” She giggled. “Oh fuck!” She suddenly exclaimed, shooting up from the bed with the speed of lightning, making me flinch. “What?” “I totally forgot I have a blind date to be at by 12pm.” She sighed, sitting up properly with her hands covering her face. I knew about Marley’s hatred of blind dates. But since she came from a wealthy family, they were inevitable.

“I promised Mom to treat you well. But you were rude to me, Mr. Slyvester. You humiliated me, so I’ll sh*t you out. F*cking assh*le.” “Your words and your face don’t match, Miss.” “I know. You don’t need to tell that to me. Anyway, I’ll tell my parents what happened on our blind date. Let’s pretend that we didn’t see each other. Is that clear?” Slyvester nodded his head. “Sure. But I am curious. You said that you are going to take revenge. What kind of revenge was that?” Giselle grinned as she answered, “I saw that woman. The lady you chased after leaving me alone in the restaurant.”

Using a blind date to make Marisol jealous? It sounded like a scheme only Nevaeh could cook up. She probably hadn't expected Nick to reveal everything to her. Since that was the case, Marisol decided to go along with what Nevaeh hoped for and continue the act. But they had agreed to find someone to play the role of the blind date. The focus wasn't supposed to be on the actual dating part. So why did it feel like Sophia had come expecting a real date?

She bore the epitome of stubborn, just like the woman before me. I'm some ways, the blindfold was just my way to reiterating the truth I'd already known. That she couldn't be Belle, that Belle was dead. What bothered me was the fact that she'd dare to have such a unnerving resemblance to the woman I loved, so in retrospect the blind fold was also her punishment. "What?" I raised a brow. "Pardon?" " I asked what do you want? " She repeats, her voice high and squeaky as if she was trying to be brave. She might have been, but rapid thumping of her heart gave it all away. "You're creeping me out by just staring. "

“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—”

she continue her lecture and I just buried my face on my hand like a solider that just lose a battle. can this guy take his eye off me he is chocking me already, I hate to be noticed. he pass me a note and I open to see what was inside "Be yourself" I smirk at him and tear the note into pieces before the bell rang and I left immediately. **Rosapearl** will Diane have Miller? is things going to go well between miller and Charlotte? will Jeffrey love Charlotte back? This people seems to be confusing us. ************************************************

“Let’s hear what she has to say.” Cecilia shrugged, strolling past me toward the mirror to check her reflection. “Honestly, Charlotte, you should be thanking me. If I hadn’t backed out, you wouldn’t be marrying one of the richest men in the country. You should be sending me flowers, not glaring daggers.” “You’re unbelievable,” I muttered. “I’m practical,” she countered, applying lipstick. “What would I do with a blind husband? I’d have to guide him everywhere, watch him bump into walls, pretend I don’t notice people whispering behind my back? No, thank you.”

She smiled, slow and venomous. “Well,” she drawled, her smile widening, “looks like I interrupted something intimate. My apologies, darling. I only came to offer my congratulations to you both.” Her eyes flicked back to Zeden. “The whole city is losing its mind. Every blog, every feed. Zeden Vercetti spotted walking into a mall with his new little wife. After all these years single. The internet is on fire.” Her gaze returned to me, disgust curling her lip. “Another headline trending right alongside it. Is the blind don truly blind? Care to explain that one, Zeden? Still playing the martyr, or have you been faking it this whole time?”

Avery stared at Damien; her breath completely hitched in her throat. Was that really an accident? He had aimed the cane with the precision of a sniper. There was no hesitation, no searching sweep of the cane. He had struck the exact millimetre of Elaine's heel needed to off-balance her, right at the exact second Elaine had pinched her. But as she looked at him, Damien simply turned his blind gaze back to her, holding out his arm. His expression was completely blank, the picture of innocent helplessness. No, Avery thought, trying to calm her frantic mind. He’s blind. It had to be a coincidence. He couldn't have seen what she did to me.