In A World Without Color, You Were My Miracle
A brutal fire had Brenna's mother abandon her.
When the family finally "reunited" with her, she was a scarred outcast mucking stalls and tending horses in the countryside.
They tore into her icily. "We only brought you back to marry in your sister's place. Don't you dare bring disgrace on us!"
Disgusted, Brenna cut them off.
Then the truth surfaced-a famed jeweler called her mentor, a top hospital director named her heir, an elite hacker circle bowed to her, and her scars faded into stunning beauty.
Regrets came too late. She was already in a tycoon's arms.
Vincent, a power player straddling both business and illegal worlds, had a secret: he was colorblind.
That was until Brenna unexpectedly burst into his life, bringing colors back into his world.
At first, he never thought he could fall for this seemingly unattractive woman, yet as time passed, his heart surrendered...
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Chapter 7
Before Sarah could even register what happened, Brenna had already moved. A sharp twist later, pain shot through Sarah's wrist so violently that she gasped.
"Ow! My wrist! It hurts!" Sarah cried out. The words barely left her mouth before her footing gave way, and she collapsed onto the floor, all grace and poise gone in an instant.
Silence swallowed the room. Wasn't Brenna supposed to be the plain, submissive girl everyone dismissed? Yet, the move she made had been clean and merciless.
From the sidelines, only Vincent seemed entertained. A faint curve touched his lips. When Brenna made her move, her amber eyes burned bright, like color breaking through a dull world.
"Well, that's new," he whispered to himself. Marriage had never interested him before. The idea of tying himself to someone easy to control had always bored him. But now he realized Brenna wasn't some harmless doll. She was hiding claws.
Sam stood frozen. Brenna had always hovered around them, eager to please and desperate for approval. The girl in front of him felt like a stranger.
"Sweetheart, get up," Sam said to Sarah quickly.
Rage flushed Sarah's face as disbelief took over. "Brenna actually hit me? Her own mother?"
Noreen was also dumbfounded. When the shock faded, her eyes turned red, and she stepped forward with trembling steps. "Brenna, I'm sure you didn't mean to do that. People always say you used to get into fights in that remote, backward place and that you dropped out of school, that you've always had a temper. Just apologize to Mom, alright?"
Brenna simply responded with a nonchalant smirk, "You mean a violent streak? That was nothing. If you're curious, I can give you a better demonstration."
The next second, her arm came up and struck Noreen without hesitation.
The slap landed with full force, and Noreen stumbled before crashing onto the floor. Redness bloomed across her cheek almost instantly.
Moments ago, the guests had been watching with interest. Now, not one of them dared to speak, worried they might be dragged into the mess.
Noreen had planned to embarrass Brenna in front of everyone. She never imagined she would be the one humiliated instead. Anger twisted her features, and she dropped the pleasant act she had been putting on. "Brenna, how could you lay a hand on me?" she screamed.
Calmly, Brenna pulled out a tissue and wiped her palm as if she had touched something dirty. "Can't I discipline a sister who's out of line?"
Her gaze swept across the silent onlookers. "You're all here to witness the engagement, so you should understand something. As the future lady of the Todd family, I speak for them. If I hear anyone spreading nonsense, I won't show mercy."
A chill ran through the room. After all, this was the Todd family's ground. If their future daughter-in-law, Brenna, were insulted here, would they really ignore it? The so-called timid and useless Brenna had just overturned every rumor about her.
"You..." Noreen's face burned red with fury.
Panic pushed Noreen to scan the entrance, and at last, she caught sight of Jeremy stepping inside. "Jeremy, you're finally here!" she cried, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face.
As the oldest son, Jeremy had been trained in taekwondo since he was a child. The moment he saw Sarah and Noreen hurt, rage surged through him. "It's fine. I've got this," he said as he moved in front of them. He hadn't planned on attending his ugly sister's engagement party. Never did he expect the day to explode into chaos.
Without hesitation, Jeremy swung his fist toward Brenna. "I'm your brother. I have every right to teach you a lesson!"
Through blurred, teary eyes, Noreen watched with hope rising in her chest. A single punch from Jeremy could leave an average person bedridden for weeks.
But before the blow could land, a red-haired man stepped in and caught Jeremy's wrist midair.
"Tsk. Miss Fuller is Vincent's fiancée now. What makes you think you can start something here?" Felix said as he twisted Jeremy's arm. A sharp crack echoed.
Pain tore out of Jeremy's throat. "My wrist! It's broken!"
The damage was instant. His wrist bent at an unnatural angle.
Once again, the entire hall went quiet.
Even Sam held his breath. Everyone knew Vincent's reputation. Crossing him was never wise.
"I appreciate it," Brenna said, a hint of surprise in her voice. She could have dealt with it herself, yet Vincent had already sent his man to handle it.
"No need to thank me," Vincent said lightly, amusement flickering in his eyes. "You're more than capable on your own."
Depth filled his gaze, and the authority in it made people lower their heads without thinking. He then swept a cold look across the room. "If anyone else feels like stirring up trouble at this party, Brenna won't have to lift a finger. The Todd family will take care of it."
Hearing that, Brenna looked at him and found him unexpectedly reliable for backing her up in public. With a teasing tilt of her lips, she said, "It's fine. If my hands get dirty, I can just wash them. But if someone's heart is rotten, maybe it should be cut out instead."
A dangerous smile curved on Vincent's face. "True. Better to smash that rotten heart completely."
Jeremy held his injured wrist, and fear crept into his chest. Sweat slid down his back as disbelief filled his mind. Were these two out of their minds?
Gradually, Vincent's expression cooled. "My patience isn't endless. You've got sixty seconds to transfer the eight hundred thousand to my fiancée." His voice stayed even, yet a sharp edge hid beneath the calm. "If the money doesn't arrive in time, I'll come and settle the debt myself."
Brenna pursed her lips. The engagement party had already spiraled into chaos, and they had not even gone through the ceremony, yet Vincent called her his "fiancée" as if it had always been that way.
Color drained from Sarah's face. Damn it. This was bad. Once Vincent stepped in, it would not stop at eight hundred thousand. Rumor had it he once broke someone's legs over an unpaid debt.
"Mom, what are we supposed to do?" Noreen said as fear tightened in her chest and she turned to Sarah. Vincent had openly backed Brenna, and Jeremy was already hurt, which made panic slip into her voice. "I can't get my hands on eight hundred thousand... I really can't."
Sarah clenched her jaw so hard that it ached. She knew Sam too well. With how selfish and tightfisted he was, there was no way he would willingly hand over that kind of money.
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Elara, desperate to save her father and their gallery, agrees to the contract, unaware of Julian's true motives. What begins as a cold, transactional arrangement becomes something neither of them expected, a passionate, intense connection that challenges everything they believe about love, trust, and vulnerability.
But when secrets are revealed and betrayal strikes at their hearts, Julian and Elara must navigate a journey of redemption and healing. Can a love born from deception survive the truth? Or will the chains of his empire prove too strong to break?
9.7
For seven years, I was Grant Charles’s shadow—his top executive assistant by day and the woman in his bed by night. I managed his billion-dollar empire and handled his every crisis, believing our bond was the one thing his money couldn't buy.
Everything shattered when I walked into his penthouse and found Aimee Austin sitting on his lap, wearing nothing but his favorite white dress shirt. Grant didn't even look guilty; he just stared at me with cold, arrogant eyes and told me I was dripping rain on his expensive Persian rug.
When I tried to resign, he showed me exactly how cruel he could be. He knew I had drained my life savings to pay for my mother’s specialized care for her dementia. "Without my salary and the foundation subsidy, she’ll be on the street in a month," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "Is your pride really worth her life?"
He didn't stop there. He tried to break my spirit by publicly humiliating me at a high-end restaurant, orchestrating a "setup" to show me that without his protection, I was nothing more than a common servant. He wanted me to realize that without him, I was a nobody with no future.
I couldn't believe the man I had protected for nearly a decade was weaponizing my dying mother to keep me as his subordinate. He thought he owned every inch of me, and he was waiting for me to come crawling back on my knees to beg for my old life.
But Grant made one fatal mistake: he assumed I was a charity case. He had no idea I was the secret heir to the billion-dollar Klein Trust, currently frozen behind a single marriage clause. I didn't need his money; I just needed a husband.
Instead of begging for my job, I walked straight into the office of the only man Grant feared—the ruthless litigator Julian Vance. I threw a marriage contract on his desk and gave him an offer he couldn't refuse. It was time to stop being a shadow and start a war.
9.1
Elise thought her life was finally falling into place. She turned down her father's company to work as executive assistant to Marcus Grey-the boy she's loved since childhood, now the powerful CEO she's devoted her life to.
But when Marcus proposes to another woman, Elise's world crumbles. Enter Sebastian Deluca-Marcus's tattooed, ruthless, long-estranged brother. He's everything Marcus isn't: dangerous, magnetic, and determined to take back his place in New York.
But, there's something odd about him.
Something changed since he arrived.
Bound by family secrets and a mutual desire to expose Marcus's fiancée, Elise and Sebastian form an uneasy alliance. But as sparks ignite between them, Elise must choose: remain loyal to the boy she thought she loved, or risk everything for the man who sees her as more than a shadow.
Some loves are safe. Others are consuming. Which one will she survive?
8.7
For three years, I played the perfect, submissive housewife to billionaire Julian Harrison.
But right after an intimate night together, he coldly threw a divorce agreement onto the bed.
"Scarlett landed an hour ago. I need my single status restored to welcome her back."
That same night, I ended up in the emergency room and discovered I was pregnant with twins.
When Julian found out, he didn't show a shred of joy. Instead, he stormed into my hospital room, threw a blank check directly at my face, and ordered me to get rid of them.
He accused me of using the babies as a sick game to trap his assets.
Then, his ruthless lawyer kicked me out of our penthouse, confiscating the jewelry he gifted me and tossing my worn-out notebook onto the floor like garbage.
Standing in the freezing rain, my heart completely died.
I had swallowed my pride, managed his life, and cooked his meals to his exact standards for three years, only to be thrown away the second his first love returned.
But he didn't know that the notebook his lawyer discarded contained the secret formulas of Aura Beauty, a billion-dollar empire I built in the shadows.
I tore his check into pieces, blocked his number, and left in a Maybach sent by my associate.
Logging into my global CEO database, I looked at his company's fragile stock chart with a predatory smile.
The docile Mrs. Harrison died in the rain. It was time to crush his empire.
7.4
Faith Neal had vanished, burying her powerful past under layers of anonymity as an ER doctor. She was secretly dismantling the empire of the man she'd left behind, brick by costly brick, from the shadows. Until he walked into her trauma room, bleeding from a bullet wound, shattering her carefully built world with a single, dangerous glance.
Her heart hammered: Earl Hampton, the ruthless CEO she abandoned, was on the gurney, demanding only "Faith."
His presence shattered her new life. He accused her of running, his touch a possessive reminder. Soon after, old rivals Chad Miller and Tiffany Vance ambushed her, humiliating her, sparking a fight.
Panic and anger flared as Chad mocked her, calling her a "bitch." Shame burned, but a deeper fear gripped her – the architect of her revenge was bleeding in her ER, and he knew.
Before Chad could inflict more harm, Earl reappeared, violently intervening.
"I'm the man who's going to reclaim his assets," he rumbled. "I found you. I'm not losing you again."
9.1
I was supposed to be celebrating my twenty-first birthday and my engagement to the man I loved.
Instead, I was bleeding out in a crushed car, listening to my fiancé Greggory and my stepsister Alta laughing over the car's Bluetooth.
They had cut my brakes.
As the steering wheel crushed my shattered ribs, they cheerfully clinked their champagne glasses, celebrating their hostile takeover of my family's media empire.
I tried to scream for help, but my lungs wouldn't work.
Then, Alta's sweet voice delivered the final, fatal blow over the speaker.
"Your mother? I took care of her too."
I died in the freezing rain, my heart frozen with absolute hatred as I realized every touch and whispered promise was just a calculated step toward my murder.
I gave them everything, treating them like my closest family.
Why did they have to kill my innocent mother? Why did I blindly trust two vipers who only wanted to drain my blood?
Opening my eyes again, the smell of gasoline was gone.
I was back in my bedroom, safe and unharmed, on the exact day of my twenty-first birthday party.
The day the tragedy began.
Downstairs, my murderers were waiting to spring their trap, expecting me to blindly accept Greggory's proposal.
But this time, I put on a blood-red dress, grabbed the photo of their secret affair, and walked down the stairs to choose a new fiancé—the most ruthless billionaire in the room.