The Blind Tycoon's Secret Wife

"Edward, I'm already at the meeting point. Haven't you picked up my sister yet?"

Octavia Boleyn, wearing a face mask, spoke on the phone while looking toward the airport entrance.

Today was the day she and her boyfriend Edward Tudor had agreed to leave the country. To prevent her sister from marrying Leopold Seymour—who had become cruel and violent after going blind—they had planned to take her sister with them.

The agreed time had already passed, but neither Edward nor her sister had shown up.

"Grab her!"

A shout came from behind, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Octavia instinctively turned around, but before she could see what was happening, several large bodyguards rushed over and pinned her down.

They were after her?

Octavia was stunned for a moment, then saw a well-dressed young woman walk up behind the bodyguards and point at her coldly.

"You dare run from Leopold's engagement? Claire, you're done for."

With a wave of her hand, she ordered, "Take her back! I'm going to teach her a lesson."

Octavia struggled instinctively. "You've got the wrong person, I'm not..."

But the young woman cut her off sharply.

"Not what? Are you trying to say you're not Claire?"

The woman sneered. "Don't play games with me! How do you think we knew you'd be at the airport?"

Octavia froze. Before she could react, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the crowd.

"Claire, stop being stubborn and go back with Miss Seymour."

The speaker slowly approached, wearing a face identical to Octavia's, filled with concern.

Who else could it be but her twin sister, Claire Boleyn?

Standing beside her was Octavia's boyfriend Edward Tudor, who had failed to show up!

At that moment, Edward had his arm around Claire's shoulder and chimed in, "Yeah, Claire, Mr. Seymour has such great credentials. What are you hesitating for? Go back and stop worrying Octavia."

In an instant, Octavia understood everything.

She looked at them coldly. "So this is what you've been planning."

A flash of guilt crossed Edward's face, and he quickly turned to the young woman with a big smile.

"Miss Seymour, Claire has been spoiled since childhood. Please be understanding."

Miss Seymour dodged his outstretched hand with disgust and ordered the bodyguards, "Take her away."

"I'm not Claire!" Octavia struggled hard. "Miss Seymour, you're such a smart person—surely you won't be fooled by them?"

Miss Seymour frowned, looking impatient.

Claire suddenly sighed, pulled out a phone and an ID card from her bag.

She unlocked the phone with her fingerprint and handed both items to Miss Seymour.

"Miss Seymour, look, I'm even wearing the same old jacket as in my ID photo. And this photo was also taken in this jacket."

To make sure Miss Seymour believed her, she turned the phone off and on again, unlocking it with her fingerprint one moment and using facial recognition for other passwords the next.

Then she smiled helplessly. "Sorry you have to see this. Claire has always been a bit jealous of me."

Octavia felt like she'd been struck by lightning.

Claire was holding Octavia's phone and ID card!

Yesterday, Claire had said her phone accidentally broke, and since they were leaving early this morning, Claire had asked Octavia for her backup phone.

As for the fingerprint and facial recognition on the phone, Claire had recorded them long ago after acting cute and getting Octavia's permission.

And the ID card—she clearly remembered packing it carefully in her bag yesterday. When she got to the airport and couldn't find it, she had specifically asked Claire to find it and bring it over.

So Octavia had fallen into her own sister's trap!

But why?

After their parents died, they were each other's only family, twin sisters who shared the same blood!

Octavia looked at Claire with disappointment. "You didn't want to get married, so I tried everything to help you. I never thought you'd repay me like this."

She struggled and looked at Miss Seymour. "The phone on me can also prove I'm Octavia, not Claire!"

However, before Miss Seymour could react, Claire stepped forward with an apologetic smile. "Miss Seymour, please forgive her. Claire has some misunderstanding about Mr. Seymour, that's why she's reacting so strongly..."

That one sentence triggered Miss Seymour's displeasure. "Enough noise! Knock her out and take her away!"

Before Octavia could say anything, a sharp pain hit the back of her neck, and everything went dark.

She lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, she found herself in a luxurious but unfamiliar room.

Octavia realized she was lying on a sofa. She quickly sat up, and her eyes met her reflection in a mirror.

Her heart suddenly began to pound.

In the mirror, she had been changed into a wedding dress, with nothing beside her!

"Awake? You slept like a pig."

A spoiled voice pulled her thoughts back to reality. Octavia turned her head. On the other side of the room sat the Miss Seymour who had forcibly taken her from the airport.

The only daughter of the Seymour Family, Leopold Seymour's younger sister, Monica Seymour.

Gripping the wedding dress tightly, Octavia took a breath. "Miss Seymour, I'm not..."

Monica suddenly threw her coffee cup at Octavia's feet. The glass shattered into pieces, and dark brown stains instantly splattered onto Octavia's dress.

"Don't play games with me." Monica stood up. "I've already checked your identity, Claire! Leopold marrying you is doing you a favor. Who are you to be picky?"

"You're getting married today whether you like it or not!"

From the looks of it, nothing she said would make a difference.

The engagement between Claire and the Seymour Family had been arranged by their grandfather when he was alive.

After their grandfather died, their uncle had no business talent, and the Boleyn Family went bankrupt in a major crisis. Later, their uncle wanted to send Claire away to seek help from the Seymour Family.

But then Leopold had a car accident, went blind, and his personality changed drastically. Everyone feared him.

Claire didn't want to marry Leopold, so at a party attended by all of Emberfall City's elite, she publicly mocked Leopold for being blind and even mentioned the Seymour siblings' deceased parents, her words full of contempt.

Now, being mistaken for Claire, she was the unlucky one.

But why would the Seymour Family still go through with the engagement after all this?

Octavia looked into Monica's eyes and understood.

Of course—it was for revenge.

But this level of trouble was nothing to Octavia once she calmed down.

Otherwise, what had she built her overseas career for all these years?

Noticing her gaze, Monica misunderstood something and showed a contemptuous sneer.

"You think we brought you back for the wedding to marry you into our family as a rich wife? Dream on."

She slowly walked two steps in front of Octavia, showing a nasty smile, and bent down close to her.

"Claire, you publicly insulted Leopold and my parents—you didn't really think there'd be no consequences, did you?"

Hearing this, Octavia only felt it was absurd and helpless. She instantly came up with a plan and looked up at Monica.

Monica's smile froze.

The next moment, Octavia pushed her away.

Octavia slowly stood up, faced the mirror, grabbed the stained hem of her dress, and tore it forcefully.

Fortunately, it wasn't a heavily embellished wedding dress. The light gown instantly became an irregular hem, revealing her slender, straight right leg—it actually looked like a design choice.

Then she tidied her messy hair, took a long breath, and walked toward the door.

"What are you standing there for?"

She turned back to look at Monica, coldly lifting her chin. "Aren't you taking me to the wedding? Lead the way."