The Billionaire's Blind Bride: No Mercy

The Billionaire's Blind Bride: No Mercy

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I married Clive Harrington, the coldest billionaire in Manhattan, under a strict contract that forbade any emotional burdens. When I needed a high-risk surgery to save my sight, I checked into the clinic alone, hiding the procedure from a husband who saw me as nothing more than a legal asset. I thought I could handle the darkness in silence. But while I was blind and bandaged in my hospital bed, my biological mother called, screaming that if I didn't produce a Harrington heir by the end of the fiscal year, she would cut off the life-saving treatments for my disabled sister. I was crawling on the cold hospital floor, desperately feeling for a cane I had dropped, when I touched a pair of expensive leather shoes. It was Clive. He was supposed to be in London closing a multi-million dollar deal, but there he was, watching his "contract wife" groveling in the dark like a beggar. He didn't walk away in disgust. He carried me to a five-thousand-dollar-a-night VIP suite and sat by my bed, listening in chilling silence as another voicemail from my mother filled the room, calling me a "useless broodmare" who was only worth the trust fund disbursements my marriage secured. I expected him to remind me of Clause 34B or hand me divorce papers now that I was "damaged goods." Instead, I felt his thumb brush a stray tear from my cheek, his presence shifting from a statue of ice into a predatory shield. "I thought I was just currency to you," I whispered, my voice trembling behind the gauze. "Just an investment." Clive didn't answer with words. He picked up his phone and called his head of legal with a single, terrifying command: "Kill the Douglas family's credit lines. Every debt, every lien-trigger them all. If they want a war, I'll give them a massacre." As he leaned down to kiss my bandaged forehead, I realized the contract was dead. My husband wasn't protecting an asset anymore; he was hunting the people who had dared to touch what belonged to him.

The Billionaire's Blind Bride: No Mercy Chapter 1 No.1

The wind off the East River didn't just blow. It bit. It sank its teeth into the exposed skin of Dahlia's neck as she stepped out of the yellow cab. She pulled her coat tighter, but the fabric was thin, purchased three seasons ago from a discount rack in Queens. It offered little defense against a Manhattan February.

She stood for a moment on the sidewalk. The building before her was sleek, glass and steel, screaming money. The Lennox Hill Private Medical Center, home to the country's most exclusive Institute for Ocular Surgery. It was the kind of place where the air inside was filtered to smell like nothing, and the receptionists wore silk scarves that cost more than Dahlia's monthly rent.

She pushed through the heavy revolving doors. The silence inside was immediate. The roar of the city, the honking, the wind-it all vanished, replaced by the low hum of expensive climate control and the faint scent of sanitizer.

Dahlia approached the front desk. Her hands were trembling slightly, so she shoved them deep into her pockets.

The receptionist looked up. Her smile was perfect, practiced, and didn't reach her eyes.

Checking in for Dahlia Glenn, she said.

The woman tapped on a keyboard. Her manicured nails made a rhythmic clicking sound.

Ms. Glenn. We have your file ready. Is there a family member accompanying you today to sign the post-op release forms? It is standard procedure for general anesthesia.

Dahlia felt a familiar tightness in her chest. A knot that had been there since she was six years old.

No, she said. Her voice was steady. A lie she had perfected. My husband is out of the country on business. I have arranged for a car service. I will sign the liability waiver myself.

The receptionist paused. Her gaze flickered over Dahlia's outfit-the worn boots, the coat that had seen better days. Then she looked at the address on file. The Harrington penthouse. The cognitive dissonance was almost audible.

"Of course, Ms. Glenn," the woman's tone shifted, becoming a touch too polite, a little too crisp. The smile tightened. She didn't question the name, but her eyes held a flicker of intense curiosity. She slid a clipboard across the marble counter. Just the HIPAA forms and the emergency contact update, please.

Dahlia took the pen. She stared at the line labeled Emergency Contact.

Clive Harrington.

The name felt heavy in her mind. He was her husband. Legally. On paper. In the eyes of the God neither of them believed in. But putting his name here felt like a violation of the contract. Clause 34B: No emotional burdens.

She wrote Arthur Pendelton. Clive's lawyer.

She was led back to the prep room. The gown they gave her was blue and stiff. It scratched against her skin as she changed. She sat on the edge of the narrow bed, her legs dangling. The room was cold.

Her phone vibrated against the metal bedside table. The sound was like an angry hornet.

She looked at the screen. Mother (Douglas).

Bile rose in her throat. She didn't want to answer. She wanted to throw the phone into the biohazard bin. But ignoring Gaynell Douglas was not an option. Ignoring her meant consequences. Not for Dahlia, but for Gertie.

She swiped right.

Hello, Mother.

Where are you? Gaynell's voice was a shard of glass. You missed the trust fund quarterly review. Don Douglas is furious. Do you have any idea how bad this looks?

I am handling paperwork for Clive, Dahlia lied. The lie came easy. Using Clive as a shield was the only defense Gaynell respected. There is a PR crisis with the London merger.

The silence on the other end was sudden. The mention of Clive Harrington changed the atmospheric pressure of the conversation.

Oh. Gaynell's tone shifted from shrill to hungry. Is he there with you?

No. He is... busy.

Listen to me, Dahlia. Gaynell dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper that made Dahlia's skin crawl. I saw in the Financial Times that the London deal closed. That means he's back in New York. I checked the dates. You are ovulating this week. Are you doing what needs to be done? We need a Harrington heir before the fiscal year ends. The liquidity of the trust depends on it.

Dahlia closed her eyes. She felt sick. Her stomach cramped.

We are trying, Mother.

Try harder. Gaynell snapped. If I don't see a baby bump by Christmas, I am cutting off the supplementary card. I won't have a useless daughter draining resources.

Dahlia almost laughed. She had never activated the card. Every penny for Gertie's care-for the experimental drugs and specialized physical therapy not covered by Clive's initial trust deposit-came from her own illustrations, drawn late at night under a dim lamp so she wouldn't spike the electric bill.

I have to go, Mother. Clive is calling on the other line.

She hung up before Gaynell could respond. She turned the phone off. Her fingers were white as she shoved the device into the bottom of her tote bag.

A nurse bustled in. Time to go, honey.

Dahlia laid back. The ceiling tiles were counting down. One, two, three.

Dr. Lin appeared above her. He had kind eyes behind his surgical mask.

We are going to take good care of you, Dahlia. Remember, when you wake up, it will be dark. Do not panic. The bandages must stay on for at least three days.

I know, she whispered.

The IV felt cold as it entered her vein. The chill spread up her arm, toward her shoulder.

She stared at the bright surgical lights. They blurred.

For a second, her mind drifted back to the wedding. Two years ago. Clive standing at the altar. He hadn't looked at her. He had been checking his watch. He looked like a statue carved from ice and expensive cologne.

I am alone, she thought as the darkness crept in at the edges of her vision.

And it was better this way. If she was alone, no one could see her break.

The lights went out.

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“I married Clive Harrington, the coldest billionaire in Manhattan, under a strict contract that forbade any emotional burdens. When I needed a high-risk surgery to save my sight, I checked into the clinic alone, hiding the procedure from a husband who saw me as nothing more than a legal asset. I thought I could handle the darkness in silence. But while I was blind and bandaged in my hospital bed, my biological mother called, screaming that if I didn't produce a Harrington heir by the end of the fiscal year, she would cut off the life-saving treatments for my disabled sister. I was crawling on the cold hospital floor, desperately feeling for a cane I had dropped, when I touched a pair of expensive leather shoes. It was Clive. He was supposed to be in London closing a multi-million dollar deal, but there he was, watching his "contract wife" groveling in the dark like a beggar. He didn't walk away in disgust. He carried me to a five-thousand-dollar-a-night VIP suite and sat by my bed, listening in chilling silence as another voicemail from my mother filled the room, calling me a "useless broodmare" who was only worth the trust fund disbursements my marriage secured. I expected him to remind me of Clause 34B or hand me divorce papers now that I was "damaged goods." Instead, I felt his thumb brush a stray tear from my cheek, his presence shifting from a statue of ice into a predatory shield. "I thought I was just currency to you," I whispered, my voice trembling behind the gauze. "Just an investment." Clive didn't answer with words. He picked up his phone and called his head of legal with a single, terrifying command: "Kill the Douglas family's credit lines. Every debt, every lien-trigger them all. If they want a war, I'll give them a massacre." As he leaned down to kiss my bandaged forehead, I realized the contract was dead. My husband wasn't protecting an asset anymore; he was hunting the people who had dared to touch what belonged to him.”
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