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The Jilted Blind Bride's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 857    |    Released on: Today at 15:34

is hand back, his warm knuckles brushed against the back o

against the car door, peering cautiously through

sually. Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, rev

ight tremor into her voice to keep up her blind act. "Cou

rated in the small space. "A subway station

ere still circling the pickup lane, and the largest on

ned his head slightly. "Boss, should I c

finger twice against his knee, his voice u

d his foot on the gas. The heavy armored SUV roared li

ushes beside the curb as the massive tires missed his head b

tening around the strap of her backpack.

asked, her knuckles turn

s locking onto her face in the dim light, filled w

ly to New York all by yourself?" His low voice carried a hin

g to keep her eyes unfocused for a

carrying a faint, barely perceptible trace of anger

sole cooler, took out a bottle of room-temperature

said, looking away slightly so the raw o

Blankenship was an ugly, middle-aged lunatic locked away in an asylum. Th

tyrant," she blurted out, biting her to

d you were a helpless, obedient blind girl. Yet the way you dodged

id he know she could see? Her hand

ing her, he changed the subject smoothly. "The Grimes family is using you

t of her pocket, her voice turning hard. "That's my own business, Mr

is tongue against his back teeth as a dark glint flashed in his eyes

om button on the part

surprise. "Right

ou need to your exact measurements," Frederic cut he

ed her teeth. "No second thoughts. As long as it cuts my ti

ng wet wipe from a silver box on the console and methodically w

e. Through her dark lenses, Keira caught a glimpse of strange, pu

led to a stop in the private VIP

g his bodyguards back as he walked around th

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The Jilted Blind Bride's Spectacular Comeback
The Jilted Blind Bride's Spectacular Comeback
“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.”