The Blind Billionaire's Hidden Genius Wife

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 834 | Released on: 07/02/2026

the rain-streaked window, Sera saw the main house. It wasn't a home; it

g instantly into her shoes. There was no umbrella waiting for her. Jus

flection. I am the housekeeper. Mr. Sterling does not lik

wet heels and carried them. The marble floor of t

portraits of dead men who all looked like they disappr

not disturb him

door, ushered Sera in, and

ng of antiseptic and sandalwood. It was the smell o

ight came from the gap in the heavy velvet curtains,

the window, was a wheelchair. A

ing? Sera

nd began. Tap. Tap. Tap. His finger aga

forward. The fl

asped. It was deep

The door is locked. I'm Se

ckle vibrated t

ll you I eat my wives? O

aid, keeping her voice smal

see his eyes behind the dark sunglasses he wore in the pitc

d get

he side table-a heavy cryst

" script. She sidestepped smoothly to the left. The glass smashed against the

movement. He heard

himself fr

wer that ignored the tremors racking his frame. He tackled her, his weight driving her into the thick carpet. His hands found

. Panic flared, hot and whit

r fingers finding the bundle of nerves on the inside of

ock as his arm went nu

their positions. She pinned him down, her knee driving into

f their ragged breathing. They were inti

d done. She scrambled bac

ack into her voice. I... I grew up with brot

dim light from the window, Sera saw his eyes. They were unfocused, star

s. Drug-

face a mask of stone. But he didn't attack again. He

he muttered. A Quinn

sted. I just do

nto his wheelchair. His moveme

e within five feet of the bed, I will bre

he watched him in the dark. He wasn't just blind.

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“My father didn't look at me like a daughter; he looked at me like a bad loan he needed to settle. After five years of being nothing but a monthly expense on his ledger, I was shoved back into the Quinn mansion, smelling the expensive lavender that masked the rot beneath the floorboards. He slammed a prenuptial agreement onto the mahogany table and gave me a heartless ultimatum. "Sign it and marry Harrison Sterling, or I call the care facility in ten minutes and tell them to pull the plug on your mother's life support." My stepmother Lydia told me I should be grateful for this "future," while my stepsister Tiffany kicked a bag with her old, hideous wedding dress at my feet. They told me I was born for nothing but to pay off their debts. I was shipped off in the rain to the Sterling estate, a stone fortress where the housekeeper treated me like a servant and locked me in a pitch-black room. Inside, my new husband-a man rumored to be a blind, unstable monster-hurled a crystal glass at my head and tried to strangle me with his bare hands. I could feel the tremors in his grip and the sickly-sweet smell of neurotoxins on his breath. I realized then that Harrison wasn't the master of this house; he was a specimen in a jar, being systematically poisoned by his own family while cameras watched his every move. My own father had sold me into a death trap, thinking I was just a desperate girl with nowhere else to go. But they didn't know I had been living a double life as a medical prodigy who graduated from Johns Hopkins at nineteen. I pinned my "monster" husband to the floor, pulled a set of silver acupuncture needles from the hem of my dress, and made him a deal. "I'll give you your eyes back, and in exchange, you help me burn both our families to the ground."”