Jilted Ex: Married To The Blind Tycoon

Chapter 4

Word Count: 825 | Released on: 15/06/2026

tment building. She wore a simple but professional navy-blue sheat

older man in a perfectly tailored suit, with silver hair and a ramrod-straight po

alm, his eyes sharp and intelligent. There w

of the city completely. Hayes didn't pry or make small talk. He simply offered her a

nto a private road, passed through two sets of imposing security gates, and came to a stop

e in magazines, but they hadn't captured the sh

lit library. He gestured for her to sit in a leather armchair

s was her only advantage. "Why am I here? Why

question, Miss Castillo. We have a proposal for

like you to marry the heir to the Ma

ank. She was sure she had misheard him. She stared, waiting

voice a dry whisper. "I don't kn

"Mr. Julious's health is... precarious. He was in an a

believes that a marriage, a stable and positive presen

positive presence?" Elliana repeated, frownin

al page, a handwritten note from a renowned spiritual consultant-a tarot reader and witch of considerable reputation. It stated that after an extensive reading of both her fate line and Mr. Julious Marshall's,

the words. "You

t explain," Hayes said calmly. "We have exhausted al

d thing she had ever

reviewed your profiles, she insisted that the two of you shared a rare and powerful conver

ind reeling. She cut to the heart o

ts own. Upon signing the marriage contract, a trust fund will be estab

ill have the full and unwavering protection of the Marshall family. Any and all h

lt. Freedom. Not just financial freedom, but freedom f

m, at the empire it represented. This was a level of power she coul

against her trembling fingers. She took a s

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“Elliana Castillo spent eight years being the perfect fiancée-the quiet, graceful woman who planned the parties, wore the right jewelry, and never asked questions. Then she saw the video. Her fiancé Preston, laughing on a yacht with another woman in his arms. "She'll just be at home, waiting for me. Like a good little canary in a cage." The words shattered eight years of devotion in a single breath. Elliana walked out that night. No tears. No screams. Just the cold, steel click of her engagement ring hitting the coffee table and the final swipe of her thumb blocking his number forever. But freedom came with a price. Her mother disowned her. Preston's thugs showed up at her door. She had nothing-no money, no allies, nowhere to run. Until the Marshall family came calling. Marry their heir, Julious Marshall. Ten million dollars. Unwavering protection. It sounded insane. A marriage to a complete stranger, arranged by a witch's prophecy about their "fate compatibility." But Elliana had learned the hard way that desperation and opportunity often wear the same face. She signed the papers. Now she lives in a gilded cage-a sprawling estate, designer clothes she didn't choose, and a husband she's never met. The staff speaks of Julious in whispers. The doctors rush into his room at all hours. And at night, through the heavy oak door that separates them, she hears the sound of a piano-haunting, powerful, filled with a pain that echoes her own. Then she finally sees him. Stooped in a wheelchair. His face devastatingly beautiful. His eyes- Empty. Clouded. Blind. The truth crashes down: her husband is dying. A brain bleed, inoperable. And he's been refusing food, refusing therapy, slowly surrendering to the darkness. But Elliana has been a prisoner before. She knows what it feels like to be treated like a fragile thing, a decoration, a canary in a cage. She's done being anyone's canary. She walks through the door. "I am his wife. It's my responsibility to take care of him." For the first time, the words feel true.”