Playing Blind: The CEO's Ultimate Test

Chapter 5

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id, her voice carrying across the cubicles. She'd seen the submission not

r computer screen, pretending to be absorbed in a spreadsheet. Arguing w

job application and the impending evening. When she pushed open the door to the Queens a

relaxed. He still wore the sunglasses. It was the first time they'd been

ce softer than she inte

A few appointments." His tone was the same as yesterday-calm,

herapist, right? Yo

ted smoothly, the lie well-rehearsed. "I spe

life he supposedly led. While a small, foolish part of her felt a twinge of disappointment-the Rolls-Royce

d. The crisp sound of a knife chopping vegetables on a wooden board, the rush of water from the faucet, the soft clink of plates. T

nd a side salad. She set a place for him at the sma

f you," she said softly. "Fork is

ments a little too deliberate, a littl

and physiology, he answered her questions flawlessly, even weaving in some interesting facts about pressure points and

o take a shower," she said, trying to sound casual. "I p

sound of the running water filling the small apartment. Her heart began

rely knew? A man who couldn't even see her? The thought was a t

ct herself. But the words on the page blurred together. All she coul

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Playing Blind: The CEO's Ultimate Test

CHRISTINE ROBINSON Billionaires

“I married a blind man to save my sister, and for the first time, my luck began to turn. After the wedding, everything started falling into place. A promotion I didn't ask for. A bonus that covered my tuition. At the company gala, I even won a Ferrari in the raffle-me, the girl who used to count change for bus fare. The only problem was my boss. Julian Montgomery. Cold. Ruthless. The kind of man who could end a career with a single glance. He summoned me to his office at odd hours, found excuses to keep me late, looked at me like I was a puzzle he was trying to solve. Then one afternoon, he backed me against his office wall and asked, in that low, dangerous voice of his, whether my marriage was a happy one. I told him he had crossed a line. He just smiled and said he'd ask me again tonight. That evening, I walked through my front door and found my boss standing in my living room. No suit. No tie. Looking at me with the same dark, knowing expression he wore in every board meeting. That was the moment I learned my sweet, blind husband Leo was actually Julian Montgomery IV, the billionaire heir I had been working for all along. And apparently, he thought it was perfectly fair-I spent my days at his mercy in the office, and he spent his nights on his knees for me at home.”