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The Fake Blind Bride's Sweet Revenge

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1054    |    Released on: 12/11/2026

violent, and utterly

ed the bitter, rich heat of high-proof bourbon, the phantom smoke of tobacco, and

re body went r

ensory reality of her-the soft, trembling curve of her lips, the fragrance of white gardenias clinging to her skin, the d

n groan rumbled dee

r narrow waist, pulling her upward until she was seated squarely on his muscular thighs. His mouth opened aga

hint of her earlier wound, his thumb pres

, the world dissolved int

ck Coleman like a

his hands gripping her shoulders and shoving her back agai

zing with a feral, terrifying heat he hadn't felt in a decade. A vein pu

ild, her lips swollen, flushed, and parted. A brilliant

e seconds, Mr. Cox," she taunted softly, he

g back, running a trembling hand through his hair

om. She pointed a trembling, bloodstained finger at the floor beneath them. "Last night, on the fifteen

he air in the penthouse p

did yo

had no paper trail for the organ plot yet; accusing Cristine of murder without evidence would only make her sound hysterical. She still ne

wore my custom veil. Branson had her pinned to the couch, bragging about how stupid and blind

hem forward, tossing the

er private jets and her charity galas, while she laughs behind your back and fucks my fian

lace on the table. The silenc

ropped until the air felt brittle enough to snap. His hands slowly

ved his encrypted satellite phone,

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, Bo

uite 1502, the electronic lock audit trails, and the service elevator logs between 23:00 hours

. Give me f

to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring down at the silver expans

ing from this man was terrifying. Branson was an arrogant boy playing with his father's trust fu

rty seconds later, t

ruggedized, military-spec tablet in his hands. Withou

tapped t

crystal-clear, captu

robe, slipped through the threshold. Branson Mccullough met her at the door, pulling

om, carrying Gisela's veil, intentionally grinding the delicate lace be

s the glass, pausing on Cris

rl out of duty to an old family tragedy, poured tens of millions into her med

erous viper, sliding into the bed of the man who

en he turned around to face Gisela, h

bsolute resolve of an apex pre

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“I had been pretending to be blind for months. On the night before my wedding, I heard muffled groans coming from the living room. Peeking through the cracked door, I saw my fiancé tangled on the sofa with my pampered adopted sister. For three years, he had played the devoted lover after I lost my sight saving his life in a car crash. But now, they were laughing about how I was just a clueless blind idiot. They weren't just having an affair. "Once she signs the medical forms tomorrow, her rare heart is mine," my sister giggled. "Don't worry," my fiancé murmured back. "Right after the ceremony, the surgical team is ready to fake her sudden brain death." The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth as I bit my hand to keep from screaming. I had sacrificed my career as an elite pilot for him. Every sweet word he ever said was just a trap to cut out my beating heart to cure her illness. But I wasn't going to be their sacrificial lamb. I calmly walked back to my closet and put on the custom lace wedding dress my sister had picked out for my coffin. Clutching the silver military dog tag my late father left me, I slipped out into the pouring rain. I was going to find the most ruthless billionaire in Chicago, and I was going to make him marry me tonight.”