The Jilted Blind Bride's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 5

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und garage in Manhattan. In the backseat of the lead R

d shut a solid silver lighter. The sharp

or-Darrius Byers glanced in the rearview mirror. "Boss, the private security contr

stility surged in his ice-blue gaze, drop

was laced with cold cruelty. "Who gave th

ighter. "I'll have the cleanup team in

r in his palm until the sharp edges left deep red indents i

Airport in New York. Wearing her dark sunglasses and carrying he

pulled her trench coat tighter around her neck, tapping her

vy, synchronized thud of tactical boots

enses and spotted four muscular men in black suits and earpieces

lone-he had sent hired muscle to

ay from the taxi line and slipped right into the

an with the cane!" the lead guard barke

mily's men caught her, they would lock her up until the c

e slipped through the automatic glass

t and fanned out, closing the d

a freezing concrete pillar, sliding her hand into

, armored black SUV glided silently up to the cur

inside, and a deep, commanding male vo

t a second to hesitate, Keira dove headfirst in

cutting off the angry shouts of the gu

er seat, gasping for air as her white

t the face of the man sitting beside her, a suffo

oss the console, his long fingers reaching past

the Philadelphia airport, heading to the Maldives with Chasi

hadn't posted a single crying status or sent him a singl

Cory muttered through clenched teeth, dialing Ke

immediately, "We're sorry, the numb

onto the leather seat in disbelief. "She

d her red-painted fingernails. "I told you, she's just trying to

ace. "You're right. By the time we get back from our honeymoon, s

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The Jilted Blind Bride's Spectacular Comeback

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“For three years, I lived in pitch-black darkness, relying entirely on the gentle promises of my fiancé, Cory. But on the morning my vision miraculously returned, I pried open his locked desk drawer and found our marriage certificate stamped with bright red ink: VOID. Right underneath was a gold-embossed wedding invitation for today. The groom was Cory, and the bride was Chasity Owen. I rushed to the hotel, hiding behind my dark sunglasses and white cane, only to watch them share a passionate kiss by the champagne fountain. Chasity cornered me in the bridal dressing room, grabbing my chin and mocking me for being a blind idiot. "You were just a cheap shield he used to stall his family's marriage arrangements. Now that he has his trust fund, a defective piece of trash like you isn't needed anymore." Cory even froze my credit cards, boasting to his assistant that without his charity, I would be crawling back on my knees begging in three days. To make matters worse, my adoptive parents threatened me, forcing me to marry a notoriously violent, bipolar billionaire in Manhattan just to spare their precious biological daughter. Every sweet word Cory had ever whispered was a sickening joke. They all thought I was just a helpless, blind pawn, completely at their mercy. But they had no idea my eyes were fully healed. I calmly severed the hidden seams of Chasity's couture gown, dropped Cory's cheap ring down a sewer grate, and turned my back on them all. Instead of running away, I walked straight into the armored SUV of that terrifying billionaire, ready to play the game by my own rules.”