The Fake Blind Heiress's Sweet Revenge

After an accident left me blind, I spent six months trapped in darkness, relying entirely on my devoted fiancé and my caring adoptive sister. But when my vision miraculously returned one morning, the first thing I saw was the two of them tangled in my guest room bed. "As soon as that blind bitch signs the marriage proxy, the money defaults to my control." I kept my eyes unfocused and played the fool. I watched as they forged my signature to drain my thirty-million-dollar trust fund. My adoptive parents even demanded I surrender my company shares because a disabled woman was a liability. When I refused, they went completely insane. Under the guise of a family dinner, they locked me in a VIP room with a grotesque Wall Street vulture, planning to sell my body to save their bankrupt business. I had given this family everything, yet they were dissecting my life like vultures, convinced I was just a helpless, blind toy they could easily throw away. But they had no idea I had already hired a supposedly homeless man to be my proxy husband to protect my assets. And they certainly didn't know this "beggar" was actually the ruthless, hidden billionaire heir of the Sweeney family. Gripping the hidden knife inside my dress, I dropped the blind act. It was time to burn them all to the ground.

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The fluorescent lights of the New York-Presbyterian emergency room buzzed with a relentless, sterile hum.

Aurora sat on a hard plastic chair in the waiting area. Both of her hands were wrapped tightly around the grip of her white cane, her chin resting on her knuckles.

A doctor in blue scrubs walked out of the double doors and stopped in front of her.

"Mrs. Sweeney?" he asked gently.

Aurora lifted her head, staring blankly at his chest. "Yes. How is my husband?"

"He's stable," the doctor said, checking his tablet. "His fever spiked dangerously high due to extreme physical exhaustion combined with a severe stress response. We've administered antipyretics and IV fluids. He's sleeping now."

Aurora let out a long, shaky breath. The tight knot in her chest finally loosened. She nodded, thanking the doctor, and prepared to stand up to handle the admission paperwork.

Then, she heard it.

The sharp, aggressive click-clack of designer heels hitting the linoleum floor. It was accompanied by the heavy, suffocating scent of Chanel No. 5.

Aurora froze. She slowly sank back into the plastic chair. She lowered her chin, letting her eyes lose all focus, staring emptily at the floor tiles.

Eleanor Morrow, her adoptive mother, marched down the hallway. She wore a tailored Chanel suit, her face set in a mask of aristocratic disgust.

Right behind her walked Hilary, glowing with a smug, victorious smile, and Jaren, who was carrying a luxury gift bag from a high-end maternity boutique.

Eleanor stopped right in front of Aurora. She let out a loud, theatrical sigh.

"Aurora, darling," Eleanor said, her voice dripping with fake pity.

Aurora tilted her head up, acting as if she was trying to locate the source of the sound. "Mother?"

Hilary stepped forward, wrapping both of her arms possessively around Jaren's bicep. "Hi, Rory," Hilary chirped, her voice sickeningly sweet.

Jaren cleared his throat. He looked down at Aurora with a mixture of pity and annoyance. "Is that homeless trash you married finally dying?" he asked.

Aurora's fingers tightened around her cane. "He just has a fever, Jaren. Thank you for your concern."

Eleanor scoffed loudly. She unclasped her Birkin bag, pulled out a thick stack of legal documents, and tossed them carelessly onto the empty plastic chair next to Aurora. The papers slapped against the plastic with a sharp smack.

"Let's stop wasting time," Eleanor commanded. "This is a voluntary share transfer agreement. Sign it."

Aurora kept her face perfectly blank. "Transferring my shares in the Russo Group? Why would I do that?"

"Because you are blind, Aurora," Eleanor said, her tone turning vicious. "You are a liability. The board cannot have a disabled woman holding ten percent of the company. It's bad for the optics of our upcoming funding round. You need to surrender them for the good of the family."

A cold, bitter laugh bubbled up in Aurora's throat, but she swallowed it down. She forced her lower lip to tremble. "After everything I've done for the company, you're just throwing me away?"

Hilary giggled. She let go of Jaren and stepped closer to Aurora. She placed her hand flat against her own stomach, a gesture she knew Aurora couldn't supposedly see, but one she performed for her own twisted satisfaction.

Hilary leaned down, her lips brushing close to Aurora's ear. "I'm pregnant, Rory," she whispered maliciously. "Jaren and I are having a baby. The Sweeney family needs a clean, perfect heir. Not a blind aunt who reminds everyone of a tragedy. You need to disappear."

Aurora's breath hitched. Her eyes darted to Hilary's flat stomach for a fraction of a second before snapping back to empty space. Her stomach churned violently.

Jaren stepped closer. He reached out, his hand moving toward Aurora's face, trying to stroke her hair like he used to when she was his obedient fiancé.

"We'll make sure you have an allowance, Aurora," Jaren said softly. "Just sign the papers."

The smell of his cologne hit her nose. The memory of him in bed with Hilary flashed in her mind.

Aurora's body reacted before her mind could stop it. She violently shoved her chair back. The metal legs screeched against the linoleum. She stood up, taking a massive step backward to put distance between them.

Jaren's hand froze in mid-air. His face darkened instantly, his fake sympathy vanishing.

"Don't touch me," Aurora said, her voice dropping an octave, turning cold and hard.

Eleanor lost her temper. "Don't be an ungrateful brat! We took you in! You will sign those papers, or I swear to God, the Russo family will freeze every asset you have left!"

Aurora lifted her chin. The terrified, blind girl vanished. A chilling, arrogant smile curved her lips.

"Every asset that belongs to me," Aurora said, enunciating every word, "stays with me. I will not give you a single cent."

Hilary's face flushed bright red with fury. "You blind bitch!"

Hilary raised her hand high in the air, her palm aimed directly at Aurora's cheek, ready to slap the defiance out of her.

Aurora saw the movement perfectly. Her fingers locked around the heavy grip of her carbon-fiber cane.

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Action Romance Werewolf

9.4

Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don

9.4

Michael Carter is an undercover FBI agent on a mission to take down ruthless mafia king Fernando Ramírez-the man he believes killed his sister. But getting close to Fernando means playing a dangerous game, one where seduction and power blur the lines between enemy and lover. When Michael uncovers a shocking truth, his thirst for revenge turns into a fight for something far more dangerous-his own heart. Now, torn between duty and desire, he must decide: destroy the man he swore to take down or surrender to the one thing he never saw coming. Love has never been more lethal.

Action Horror LGBT+Mafia

7.6

I Married The Villain To Destroy You

7.6

I stared at the two faint pink lines on the stick, the miracle I had bled for over three years. I was finally pregnant. Then, my phone buzzed with a video message from an unknown number. It was my husband, Marco. He wasn't at a business meeting. He was at a club, his hand up the skirt of a woman named Sienna. "She is barren. She is useless," Marco laughed on the screen, promising his mistress the world if she gave him a son. He was stealing millions from my company to fund her life, while I played the perfect, submissive wife. But the betrayal didn't stop at infidelity. At the family gala, his grandmother publicly humiliated me by pinning the family heirloom on Sienna's fake baby bump, crowning her the new matriarch. When I confronted them at the race track, Sienna pushed me down a flight of concrete stairs. As I lay on the asphalt, bleeding and losing the very child Marco had desperately prayed for, he didn't help me. He spat on me. "You crazy bitch," he snarled, checking on his mistress while his real son died inside me. He didn't know he had just killed his own heir. And he didn't know that the man stepping out of the shadows to pick me up wasn't a paramedic. It was Dante Moretti, the most dangerous Capo in New York and Marco's sworn enemy. I looked at Marco one last time. "Our marriage is dead." I took the enemy's hand. Marco wanted a war? I was about to burn his entire world to the ground.

Action Modern Romance

8.6

Obcession Of The Prince

8.6

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Action Mafia Modern

8.1

Replaced By A Fake: The True Luna's Revenge

8.1

The sound of my bone snapping echoed through the bathroom like a gunshot. Austen didn't even blink as he broke my hand for the ninety-sixth time. His reason? I was in the shower and missed a call from Joyce, the woman he believes saved his life fifteen years ago. But the nightmare didn't end there. When Joyce cut her own arm with glass and framed me for poisoning her, Austen didn't check the evidence. He dragged me to the damp basement and picked up a mechanical drill coated in pure silver. "This hand threw the vase," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm. He drilled a hole straight through my palm. He gave Joyce the precious healing serum for a tiny scratch, while leaving me with permanent nerve damage, claiming my pain was the only way to pay his life debt to her. He calls this justice. He calls me the villain. But he is a blind, arrogant fool. He doesn't know that fifteen years ago, it was me who crawled into that burning car. It was my White Wolf blood that healed him. Joyce just stole the credit when I passed out. Looking at the smoking hole in my hand, the last ember of love finally died. I opened my secure server and messaged his sworn enemy, Alpha Dalton. "I have the fortress blueprints. The price is extraction." Tonight, his submissive wife dies, and the Architect goes rogue.

Action Romance Werewolf

9.4

Taming The Sinner: The Doctor’s Cold Game

9.4

I stood before the double doors of the master suite, my hand hovering inches from the polished brass. As a surgeon, I was trained to steady my heart before a cut, but the silence in the Alexander estate felt like the heavy, oppressive pause that always preceded a scream. I pushed the mahogany door open to find my fiancé, Authur, tangled in Egyptian cotton sheets with a woman named Jasmine. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and a floral perfume that wasn't mine—a brutal reality check just twenty-four hours before the merger meant to save my family from total ruin. Authur didn't look guilty; he looked amused, coldly telling me to close the door because I was letting in a draft. When his parents unexpectedly arrived, I was forced to hide his mistress and pretend our "intensity" had ruined the room, donning his discarded shirt to look disheveled just to protect the Lawrence family stock price. The humiliation only deepened on our wedding morning when Authur issued a sadistic ultimatum over the phone. "Wear your scrubs to the altar—the ones covered in blood—or I'll watch your father's company go belly up by lunch." He wanted to turn our wedding at St. Patrick’s Cathedral into a public execution of my dignity. I walked down the aisle in shapeless navy cotton and crimson stains, enduring the horrified gasps of the elite who labeled me an "insane gold digger." Authur stood at the altar, reeking of whiskey and malice, certain he had finally broken me and turned my professional oath into a circus act. But as the priest began the vows, I looked at the man who thought he owned me and realized I wasn't his victim—I was his surgeon. I had the footage of his debauchery ready to play for the world, and as we shared a punishing, hateful kiss for the cameras, I knew the real war had only just begun.

Action Modern Romance

The Fake Blind Heiress's Sweet Revenge

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