Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance
Rising From Ashes: The Heiress They Tried To Erase
Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret
Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress!
She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart
The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows
A Divorce He Regrets
The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
The scent of lavender oil was thick in the air, a constant reminder of my new life as a blind massage therapist.
Years ago, while proctoring an SAT exam, my sight inexplicably vanished, leaving me to navigate a world of sound and touch.
But my quiet existence shattered when two familiar voices, brimming with arrogance, drifted in: Vic Stone, boasting about cheating, and David Miller, whispering about 'the culprit' who was 'right there in the exam room' when I went blind.
My hands froze, my heart hammering as the full, horrifying realization hit me: my tragedy wasn't a freak accident, but a premeditated attack.
My entire life, my career, my very existence, had been stolen by someone in that room.
Who was this mastermind, hiding in plain sight?