Hard To Get, Easy To Fall: Surrender To Me, My Blind Tycoon
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Kaelyn spent three years believing Andrew loved her completely, until one overheard conversation shattered everything.
He had never returned for her. He had come back to save another woman, even if it meant taking Kaelyn's heart.
Humiliated and done with loving alone, she agreed to marry Theodore, the blind yet powerful heir chosen by his grandfather.
After the wedding, no matter how many times she tried, she just couldn't get past his walls.
Then at a banquet, her desperate ex came begging. Before Kaelyn could react, Theodore drew her into his arms and murmured, "Giving up already? Try again. I'm ready to surrender."
Hard To Get, Easy To Fall: Surrender To Me, My Blind Tycoon Chapter 1
For three long years, Andrew Hudson and Kaelyn Reynolds had stayed together, yet not once had he crossed that final, intimate line with her.
At a lively gathering with friends, Kaelyn brought it up half-jokingly, insisting Andrew truly cared about her. To prove it, she made a bold bet.
Slipping into mischief, she disguised herself as a guy and fired off a teasing text to Andrew. "Hey, man. Kaelyn's too good for you—you're wasting her. Why not break things off and give me a shot? She's incredible, seriously."
Barely a heartbeat later, her phone lit up with an incoming call. Andrew's voice came through, tight and urgent. "Kay, where exactly are you right now? I've spent the last couple of days reaching out to specialists overseas about your surgery, so I haven't checked in like I should have. Send me your location—I'll come get you, alright?"
Through the phone, his voice carried a gentle, coaxing warmth.
A sly smile curled across Kaelyn's lips as she lifted her brows, shooting a triumphant look toward her friends. "There's no need. I'm with Erika right now. I'll head home later."
Once the call ended, she tilted her chin up, a hint of smug satisfaction in her eyes. "Well? Still think something's wrong?"
Leaning back with her arms folded, Erika Tucker frowned slightly, her gaze lingering with quiet suspicion. "Everything sounds normal on the surface. But it still doesn't sit right with me. Three years. A woman as striking as you. And he never once tried anything? Unbelievable."
She gave the man seated beside her a light nudge and murmured, "Would you have been able to resist?"
Snapped out of his thoughts, their friend Wilbur Dixon hesitated for a beat before shaking his head firmly. "No way," he said with a short laugh. "Not a chance."
"See?" Erika frowned and delivered her verdict. "Then something's definitely off about Andrew."
Whatever doubts they voiced, Kaelyn understood the truth better than anyone—through those three long years, Andrew had loved her with a steady, unwavering devotion.
Back then, a brutal car accident had nearly taken Kaelyn's left leg, shattering her world in an instant. Unable to accept that she could no longer walk properly, she had spiraled into sharp moods and unpredictable outbursts. Yet through every breakdown and bitter moment, Andrew had remained at her side, patient and gentle, caring for her without a hint of hesitation.
Even when she had collapsed into hysterics and shouted for him to get out, he had only stepped outside for a moment, drawn in a steady breath, then returned with that same gentle smile, murmuring, "I couldn't keep myself away from you, Kay."
More than just her personal doctor, Andrew had long since become the person she treasured most.
As that thought settled in, a quiet ache rose in Kaelyn's chest, and she found herself missing him far more than she expected.
"You two enjoy yourselves. I'm going to head back first," she said as she rose, gripping her bag.
The sleek black strap dress hugged her curves, and her long, straight legs looked flawless, save for the faint weakness in her left step as she walked.
As she drove back, Kaelyn paused to grab a bouquet along the way.
Andrew had passed her test earlier—she figured he deserved a reward.
With a thrill running through her, she lightened her footsteps on purpose as she neared the door, already picturing the look on Andrew's face when she surprised him.
Before she reached it, broken voices drifted out from inside.
At once, Kaelyn froze where she stood.
For a split second, she wondered whether someone had come to visit.
Inside, Kaelyn's father, Phillip Reynolds, cast Andrew an uneasy glance.
"I'm just a little confused, Mr. Hudson. If the one you really care about is my other daughter, Xenia, then why not tell her outright? Why stay by Kay's side for all these years? If you'd rather not answer, that's alright. I was only asking out of curiosity."
Circling the rim of his coffee cup with long, unhurried fingers, Andrew let a quiet beat pass before replying, "Mr. Reynolds, you're aware that Xenia grew up with her mother, scraping by on very little. She may look delicate, but underneath that, she's perceptive—and stubborn in her own way. With my background… telling her how I feel straightforwardly might overwhelm her. I'd rather take things step by step. So I'd appreciate it if you kept this between us."
Leaning back slightly, he added with a faint, almost teasing curve to his lips, "And in any case, I've looked after Kay quite well these past three years, wouldn't you agree?"
"Of course," Phillip replied quickly, nodding as he straightened in his seat. "As the distinguished heir of the Hudson family in Stellens, the fact that you've humbled yourself to serve as Kay's personal doctor… that alone is a blessing she's fortunate to have."
A faint, unreadable smile tugged at Andrew's lips, and he offered no denial.
In an even tone, he said, "I've already secured the overseas transplant specialists."
Hope sparked in Phillip's eyes as he leaned forward. "You mean that?" he asked, barely containing his excitement.
"I do." A darker depth settled in Andrew's gaze as his voice turned steady and decisive. "I've spoken with Kaelyn. In about two weeks, we'll head to Andtol for her leg surgery. While we're there, I'll make arrangements to transfer her heart valve to Xenia as well."
"That's incredible news!" A surge of relief lit up Phillip's face, but it faltered just as quickly as doubt crept in—after all, Kaelyn was his daughter too. He hesitated, voice tight. "Would that put Kay at any risk, though?"
Calm assurance settled into Andrew's tone, steady and unshaken. "You have my word, Mr. Reynolds. I won't allow anything to happen to her. The newest generation of mechanical heart valves in Andtol has reached a highly advanced stage. For the past two years, I've been carefully stabilizing Kaelyn's condition, keeping everything under strict control. She's strong enough to handle the procedure. Xenia, however… doesn't have the luxury of time."
Silence hung heavy between them before Phillip finally sighed, the sound weighed down by guilt, "I've failed Xenia in too many ways. If there's a chance to save her, then no matter the cost… I'll try."
With an easy, almost careless drawl, Andrew said, "I heard the Murray and Reynolds families arranged a marriage pact years ago. Lately, the Murrays have been pushing hard to make it official, haven't they? Mr. Reynolds, when the time comes, you can just marry Kaelyn off. She has an injured leg, and her fiancé can't see—they fit perfectly, don't they?"
Kaelyn stood frozen outside the door, reeling from what she'd just heard.
Their next words faded into meaningless noise—her mind was blank.
Slowly, her fingers slipped from the cold metal handle, her entire body trembling as if the strength had been drained from her bones.
One man inside was her own father, while the other was the man she'd believed loved her with all his heart…
The truth crashed down on her. It seemed they had been plotting behind her back, all to rip out her heart valve and hand it over to her half-sister, Xenia Reynolds.
At the thought of Xenia, Kaelyn's fingers curled into tight fists.
Why was the mistress's daughter the one who got every ounce of Phillip's affection?
Then there was Andrew...
Drawing in a shaky breath, Kaelyn forced herself to steady down. She pulled out her phone and, with trembling fingers, typed his name into the search bar.
The Wikipedia page surfaced almost immediately. Andrew was the heir to Stellens's Hudson Group, a secretive, low-profile man whose page didn't even include a single photo.
A cold laugh slipped from Kaelyn's lips. For Xenia's sake, the dignified young heir of the Hudson family had humbled himself enough to stay by Kaelyn's side as her personal doctor. What devotion. What a noble sacrifice.
Kaelyn shut her eyes, pushing the pain down. When she opened them again, she yanked the car door open and climbed inside.
Anxious to escape, she refused to linger there even a heartbeat longer.
After checking into a hotel, she slipped into a hot bath, letting the steam and water gradually soothe the chaos churning inside her.
Among high society, Kaelyn was famed for her breathtaking beauty—yet just as widely feared for the cold, vengeful edge beneath it.
Since Phillip and Andrew were so determined to save Xenia—so eager to trade her future away to the Murray family—then fine, she would give them exactly what they wanted.
Yet compliance didn't mean surrender; she would make sure it came at a cost they hadn't anticipated.
Resting against the cushioned headboard, she stayed silent for a long while, eyes dark with thought before finally dialing a number. When the call connected, her voice came out steady and composed. "Mr. Murray, I've decided to accept your earlier proposal—I'll marry your grandson, Theodore. But there's one condition."
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Hard To Get, Easy To Fall: Surrender To Me, My Blind Tycoon of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.2
In the roaring flames of the abandoned warehouse, my skin blistered and peeled.
Through the crackling fire, my sister Elara's malicious voice echoed. She told me my husband, Damien, was dead, and it was all my fault.
For years, I had treated Damien like a monster. I fought him, threw tantrums, and desperately tried to escape our marriage, all because I blindly followed Elara's advice.
"Remember, the harder you fight, the more disgusted he'll get."
She texted me things like that, telling me to smash vases over his head and run away, claiming she was protecting me.
In reality, she was poisoning my mind, stealing my valedictorian spot at university, and plotting to crawl into my billionaire husband's bed.
My foolish rebellion cost me everything, ultimately leading to Damien's tragic death and my own fiery end.
As the massive explosion tore my consciousness to shreds, I finally understood who truly loved me and who the real monster was.
I died suffocating on my own agonizing regret, wishing I could tear Elara apart.
Then, a rush of freezing air punched into my lungs.
I opened my eyes to the crisp scent of cedar and mint. I was back seven years ago, on the very night our marriage was supposed to go to hell.
This time, looking at Damien's flawless, unscarred face, I didn't push him away.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and made a silent vow: I would make every single person who ever hurt him bleed.
8.6
In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters.
I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone.
Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate.
They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run.
As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance.
"She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed.
"Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back.
I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood.
Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start.
Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies?
Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room.
Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever.
I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me.
This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.
7.7
Not only was I drugged, blinded and assaulted. I was deceived into carrying a baby by a stranger I never knew. Then he appeared and took my child away.
I was sent to a militia by the father of my child. I thought I was rescued but I was recruited to be a weapon for killing. Who was manipulating me, I didn't know. The answers were far from what I knew.
Forced to blend into the world that I could never believe I would be to, a place where brutality reigned, kill or be killed was the only language. I have survived but he has to pay for everything he did to me, because I believed every phase of my life was set by him and him alone. Have I really survived?
Who would have thought, he existed twice in the same world? Do I really know who I should take revenge on? Him or the person I would sacrifice everything for?
Was my mother the one who orchestrated everything? What kind of pawn am I?
7.6
After an exhausting fourteen-hour flight, Katia returned to her Upper East Side penthouse, expecting the quiet comfort of the life she had built.
Instead, she found a pair of familiar red stilettos in the foyer and her fiancé, Caleb, tangled in their bedsheets with his twenty-two-year-old assistant.
She didn't scream or cry. She simply took off her three-carat engagement ring, threw it at his bare chest, and demanded he buy out her half of the penthouse by Friday.
Seeking to numb the sickening disgust, she got blackout drunk and crashed at a luxury hotel, accidentally stumbling into the wrong suite.
Thinking the imposing man inside was a high-end escort hired by her friend, she threw him over her shoulder and spent a wild night with him.
The next morning, she left five thousand dollars on his nightstand with a lipstick-stained note.
"Good Job."
For six years, she had funded Caleb's dreams and built his startup from the ground up, only to be treated like a lifeless ATM.
With ruthless precision, she spent the next two months systematically bankrupting his company, cutting off his venture capital, and erasing his life's work.
She felt no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating need to cleanse herself of his betrayal.
But when Katia finally returned to corporate headquarters to co-lead a massive merger, she literally crashed into the new Vice President.
Strong arms caught her waist, and the sharp scent of cedarwood and whiskey hit her like a freight train.
"You came back," Jackson whispered, his eyes burning as he stared at the woman who had treated him like a cheap gigolo.
9.3
On her wedding night at The Plaza Hotel, Clara went looking for her husband.
Instead, she found him in the dimly lit parking garage, passionately pinning down her bridesmaid.
She couldn't even scream or expose them. Just hours before the ceremony, Julian had tricked her into signing away her twenty percent shares of their co-founded company, leaving her completely penniless and unable to pay her grandmother's life-saving medical bills.
Fleeing in absolute despair, a sudden hotel blackout plunged her into a second nightmare. She was dragged into a pitch-black room and brutally violated by a heavily drugged stranger.
When a shattered Clara returned to the office to audit the books and reclaim her power, Julian demoted her to a dusty desk by the trash cans.
He flaunted his mistress in the executive suite and deliberately sent Clara into a horrifying trap. He arranged for vicious clients to drug and assault her, demanding high-definition blackmail photos so he could divorce her with absolutely nothing.
"Since you want to play rough, you can service Mr. Petrocelli tonight," the thug sneered, locking the VIP room door.
Clara was pushed to the brink of hell. Why was the man she devoted three years of her life to trying to destroy her so completely? And why did the freezing cedarwood scent of the stranger who ruined her in the dark perfectly match Conrad Vance, the ruthless CEO and Julian's untouchable uncle?
Rather than let Julian win, Clara smashed a glass bottle, held the jagged edge to her own throat to force the men back, and threw herself off the second-floor balcony into the freezing night.
But the bone-crushing impact never came. A massive figure shot out from the shadows and caught her, and her brutal counterattack finally began.
7.1
I was the Architect who built the digital fortress for the most feared Don in New York.
To the world, I was Brendan Wiggins’s silent, elegant Queen.
But then my burner phone buzzed under the dinner table.
It was a photo from his mistress: a positive pregnancy test.
"Your husband is celebrating right now," the caption read. "You are just the furniture."
I looked across the table at Brendan. He smiled and held my hand, lying to my face without blinking.
He thought he owned me because he saved my life ten years ago.
He told her I was just "functional." That I was a barren asset he kept around to look respectable, while she carried his legacy.
He thought I would accept the disrespect because I had nowhere else to go.
He was wrong.
I didn't want to divorce him—you don't divorce a Don.
And I didn't want to kill him. That was too easy.
I wanted to erase him.
I liquidated fifty million dollars from the offshore accounts only I could access. I destroyed the servers I had built.
Then, I contacted a black-market chemist for a procedure called "Tabula Rasa."
It doesn't kill the body. It wipes the mind clean. A total hard reset of the soul.
On his birthday, while he was out celebrating his bastard son, I drank the vial.
When he finally came home to find the empty house and the melted wedding ring, he realized the truth.
He could burn the world down looking for me, but he would never find his wife.
Because the woman who loved him no longer existed.
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