The Blind Billionaire's Hidden Genius Wife

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."

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The Quinn mansion was under siege.

Beatrice Sterling didn't knock. She didn't ring the bell. Her security team simply pushed past the sputtering maid.

Jerome and Lydia were in the living room, drinking champagne, celebrating the "sale" of Sera. They froze as Beatrice swept in, bringing the cold air with her.

Mrs. Sterling! Lydia stood up, plastering a nervous smile on her face. What a lovely surprise. We were just-

Beatrice picked up the champagne bottle and smashed it onto the coffee table. Glass and expensive bubbles exploded everywhere.

Jerome yelped and jumped back.

You think I'm a fool? Beatrice hissed. You sent me a defective product. A lying, manipulative little stray.

Lydia went pale. Sera? What did she do?

She's an embarrassment! Beatrice shouted. But she's a Sterling now. And because she's a Sterling, her shame is my shame. And I blame the source.

Tiffany walked in, chewing gum. What's going on? Did the blind freak send her back already?

The room went dead silent.

Beatrice turned slowly to look at Tiffany.

What did you call him?

Tiffany rolled her eyes. Harrison. The blind freak. Everyone knows it.

Beatrice snapped her fingers.

The bodyguard closest to Tiffany stepped forward. He didn't hesitate. He swung his hand-a heavy, open-palm slap that connected with Tiffany's cheek like a thunderclap.

Tiffany spun around and hit the floor. She screamed, clutching her face. Blood trickled from her lip.

My baby! Lydia shrieked, dropping to her knees beside her daughter.

Beatrice looked down at them with absolute disgust.

Disrespect the Sterling name again, and she loses the tongue.

She turned to Jerome, who was shaking so hard his knees were knocking together.

For the insult of sending me that girl, and for raising such a vulgar creature as this one... Beatrice pointed at Tiffany.I'm taking five percent of Quinn Enterprises. Transfer the shares by morning, or I pull all Sterling capital from your accounts. You'll be bankrupt by noon.

Jerome gasped. Five percent? That's... that's millions!

Consider it a penalty fee.

Beatrice turned and marched out.

Lydia held Tiffany, rocking her. Her eyes were filled with venom.

Sera did this, Lydia hissed. She turned them against us.

She grabbed her phone. She dialed a number.

Hello? Is this The Daily Mail? I have a scoop. The new Mrs. Sterling... she's abusing her disabled husband. I have proof.

At Sterling Manor, Sera was sitting on the floor of the bedroom, surrounded by delivery boxes. She was humming.

Harrison was in his chair, listening to an audiobook at double speed.

You're cheerful, he noted.

Sera checked her phone. A contact named "Ghost" had just texted her: Quinn stock dropped 5%. Tiffany Quinn admitted to ER with facial contusion.

Just reading the news, Sera said. It seems karma has a really quick delivery service.

Harrison smirked. Beatrice?

Beatrice.

Good, Harrison said.

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By the second year of my battle with speech aphasia, I had taken on the role of sign language host for rehearsals. The new host was struggling with her lines, stumbling repeatedly, which forced me to gesture countless times. My husband, Fletcher, who managed the station, was livid about my strained wrist. "If you can't even remember your lines, what's the point of being a host? Mess up again, and you're out!" The female host was terrified, muttering apologies while everyone else stayed silent. People knew Fletcher was notorious for being protective, unable to bear seeing me upset. But after the rehearsal, I stumbled upon him comforting that same host in his arms. "Sweetheart, don't cry. Your tears move me," he murmured. "Your voice is so much more pleasant than that mute's.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.4

Arranged To Be His

8.4

Arranged to be his wrath, possession and lastly his bride. Heira's life changed completely when she was forced to marry a cold hearted billionaire, Dante Moretti. Her father, Charles Arven's reputation is being tarnished as a result of a public scandal. His company was losing investors and also going bankrupt. He had desperately set up the marriage with the aim of acquiring influence from Dante's family. Dante agreed to the marriage without revealing the cost that comes with it. But from the moment Heira says "I do," she knows something is wrong. Dante doesn't just resent her, he wants her nowhere near his world. Unknown to her, he had plotted the downfall of her family's company and orchestrated the marriage as a part of his long game of vengeance. He planned to take his revenge fully on Heira, but she is nothing like he expected, soft where he is hard, and warm where he is cold. When the truth about the past is revealed, their relationship is put to test. Will their marriage survive the fire or burn with it?

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.4

CEO's Temptress: Seducing My Sister's Fiancé

8.4

Denise Montgomery is drugged by her father and stepmother and sent to a client's bed-only to wake up next to Jason Harrington, the powerful CEO of the Harrington Group. Believing he's just a hired escort, she leaves behind a handwritten IOU for two hundred dollars as payment and walks away without a second thought. But Jason isn't just any man-he's her sister's fiancé. To get revenge on her manipulative family, Denise begins to seduce Jason, playing a dangerous game of temptation. What starts as calculated payback soon turns into a fiery entanglement neither of them can escape. And when Denise tries to leave, Jason makes it clear: she lit the fire, and now she has to face the heat.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.1

From Betrayal to New Love

8.1

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I stared at the proposal on my computer screen, my eyes burning from hours of proofreading. The Sterling Tech subsidiary office had emptied hours ago, leaving me alone with the gentle hum of the air conditioning and the occasional ping from the security guard's desk downstairs. I glanced at my watch—11:43 PM. Michael should have been done with the corporate gala by now. He'd promised to call when it ended at ten, but my phone remained silent, its screen dark and accusatory on my desk. "Just one more page," I whispered to myself, massaging my temples. I'd been doing this for seven years—polishing Michael's presentations, fixing grammatical errors in his proposals, making sure every comma was in place so he could shine in front of the board. Tonight was no different, except for the heaviness in my chest that had been growing over the past few months. I saved the document and sent it to Michael's email, adding a simple note: *All done. Hope the gala went well.* No kiss emoji, no terms of endearment.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.0

Tamed by the Vengeful Billionaire

9.0

Emerald Sandoval hits a snag and believes bad luck has become part of her life. She loses her job on the same day she discovers her boyfriend has been cheating on her. She ends things with him, but she's heartbroken at the same time stressed, thinking of how her life would be without a job. There are so many responsibilities to take care of, including her brother, who's been hospitalized. However, she never thought the man she crossed paths with at a club would be her knight in shining armor. Flavian Duran, a billionaire who's been through a lot, after losing part of his family, and now, he's driven by a passion for revenge. Emerald coincidentally ends up getting a job as his housekeeper, which changes her life for good. Living together, they're unable to deny the spark and desire between them. Emerald shows Flavian there's more to life. True love. They fall deeply in love, only to come to a whole blast of a discovery that might change their relationship. Will they fight for their love or give in to the bomb that life throws at them?

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.4

The Billionaire's Fashion Designer

8.4

In a world where fairness should reign, injustice often holds sway. It's a place where the innocent suffer, where hard work doesn't always lead to success, and where privilege trumps merit. It's a world that can break hearts, crush dreams, and leave scars that never fully heal. Yet, amidst the darkness, there's still hope – hope for change, for empathy, and for a future where fairness isn't just a distant ideal, but a lived reality for all. But maybe that's not for me. After exchanging the rings I heaved a sigh of relief thinking that could be true, maybe there's truly hope somewhere. " You may now kiss the bride", the priest permitted. Every step he took towards me made me feel nervous, my heart pounding as fast as it could, and slowly he lifted my veil. I could bet I saw a smile for a second but it was immediately replaced with that of disgust on seeing me and he nearly puked. I thought this would be the beginning of dreams and not a nightmare but this would even be my worst nightmare. Wedding days are supposed to be the happiest days right? But that's not the case for me. Who said this world was ever fair? That was a big lie, if it is, to what extent?

Billionaire Modern Romance

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