The Blind Billionaire's Hidden Genius Wife

the thick Persian rug, but she didn't fall. She wouldn't give them that satisfactio

tpourri masking the rot beneath the floorboards. It had been five years since she had st

He looked like a bank manager dealing with a bad loan. His face was flushed, a v

t, Ser

Prenuptial Agreement and Debt Cancellation Confirmation. The title was bo

ipheral vision. She was holding a porcelain

e dripping with fake syrup. You should be grateful. Thi

tea. She looked s

f I d

n look up from her nail file. The sound of the f

You were born to pay off debts, S

e table. The sound cracked th

he medical guardianship I was granted when you abandoned her, I have the full legal authority to make thi

the edges. The air in the room suddenly felt too thin to breathe. She dug her fingernails into h

widened her eyes, letting the moistur

on the machines? Her vo

ed a smug loo

ng a dowry that covers everything. She'll liv

ip to the paper. The ink flowed, black and permanent. She signed her name, press

n you, sh

a garment bag across the flo

e. I'm not letting you bu

y, her shoulder checking the other girl's arm

ou clumsy idiot!

she mumbled. But her eyes, hidde

tremble in her hands vanished. She stripped off her t-shirt, revealing the long,

s hideous, a puff of excessive tulle and l

, thin as hairs. She knelt and unfurled the roll, carefully attaching it via a series of small, powerful magnetic clasps to the innermo

celebratory honk. It was a low, m

from the hallway. Don't

oll stuffed with sawdust. She walk

ith the rain, creating a gray fog. A man in a black suit stood by the rear door of the lea

at the Quinn mansion, glowi

she promised hersel

a sleek tablet. On the screen was a document. "A final formality, Miss Quinn," he said, his voice f

the screen. It glowed gree

ling her in a vacuum of si

the dossier she had mentally compiled on Harrison Sterling. Blind. Reclu

lt. Sera reached down and touched the hem of her dress. S

. She was a wolf