The Cold Billionaire's Stolen Blind Bride

The Cold Billionaire's Stolen Blind Bride

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Introduction

"If you hadn't played hero that day, Dayna," my father snarled, "we wouldn't be in this mess. Saving some random old woman and ruining your eyes! Do you have any idea what your medical bills cost us? Now a guy wants to marry you. Marry him quick and stop bothering us!"

I was just a college freshman when I sacrificed my sight to save an elderly lady from an ancident. But now, my own family called me a blind burden and tried to marry me away. Homeless and desperate, I accepted a proposal from a man I'd never seen, who claimed the woman I saved was his grandmother: marry him so he could take care of me.

I always think I've married some poor, ugly guy. But I have no idea my mysterious husband is actually Bradley Booth—a gorgeous billionaire heir and one of the most powerful men in the city!

Chapter 1

Dayna POV

The shouting started before I even closed the apartment door.

"Dayna Melgar! You ungrateful bitch!" Maxtime's voice boomed through the cramped living room. My father had never been a patient man, but lately his temper had grown even shorter. "We've been bleeding money to keep you alive, and this is how you repay us? You think you're too good to help this family now?"

My fingers tightened around my backpack strap. Three days ago, I could have seen the vein throbbing in his temple. Now, there was only blackness and the sharp edge of his fury.

"I got a full scholarship to Hudson Business School," I said quietly. "I won't need a single dollar from you."

My mother Taissa's laugh was harsh. "A scholarship? How exactly is that going to help Aaron with his private school tuition? We've maxed out three credit cards, and now your father's been laid off. The rent is due next month!"

The injustice burned in my chest. I remember that day so clearly. The crack of breaking metal, the elderly woman standing beneath the scaffolding, and the construction debris plummeting toward her from above. I didn't think. I just moved. Pushed her out of the way. Then came the explosion of pain as shattered glass and metal fragments struck my face, and then... nothing. Just darkness.

"That old woman gave us ten thousand dollars and disappeared," Taissa spat. "That's what gratitude looks like. A check and goodbye."

My throat tightened. Martha hadn't abandoned me. She had given them money specifically for my surgery, trustingly believing they would use it to restore my sight. Instead, they had pocketed the cash and checked me out of the hospital the very next day.

"Why waste perfectly good money on a girl's eyes?" Maxtime had said when I'd begged them to reconsider. "Aaron's education is far more important. He actually has a future."

Am I not your daughter? The question had haunted me then, and it haunted me now.

Before I could respond, Taissa's hand connected with my cheek. I stumbled, my blindness making it impossible to catch my balance.

Dinner was worse. I sat in complete darkness, fumbling for my plate while they doted on Aaron like I didn't exist.

"Mom, can I get the new PlayStation this weekend?" Aaron's voice was bright and entitled, the voice of someone who had never been denied anything.

"Of course, sweetie," Taissa cooed. "You've been working so hard at school. You deserve a treat."

He worked hard? I worked three part-time jobs through high school. I studied every night after closing shifts at the diner. I earned a full scholarship to one of the best business schools in the country. But Aaron gets a PlayStation for simply existing.

My fingers finally found the edge of my plate. Cold mashed potatoes and what felt like overcooked chicken. I hadn't eaten since yesterday morning, my stomach a hollow ache I'd learned to ignore. But pride kept my movements slow and deliberate as I brought small bites to my mouth.

"Actually," Taissa said, her tone shifting, "I've been thinking about Dayna's situation. There's this man—Nathan Mitchell. Recently widowed. He's been asking for a wife."

My fork froze. A wife? More like an unpaid housekeeper and a punching bag for when he loses at poker! I knew Nathan from my shifts at the diner last year—always reeking of whiskey even at noon, hands trembling as he nursed his beer, loudly cursing about his gambling losses. I'd watched him stumble out more than once, leaving barely enough to cover his tab.

"He's fifty-three," Maxtime said. "Stable income. He'd take care of you."

"He's a gambler and a drunk," I said slowly.

"Beggars can't be choosers," Maxtime cut in. "If you hadn't played hero that day, we wouldn't be in this mess. Saving some random old woman and ruining your eyes! Do you have any idea what your medical bills cost us? Now a guy wants to marry you. Marry him quick and stop bothering us!"

Aaron smirked, the sound cruel and young at the same time. "Can't believe someone would actually want to marry her. She can't even see where she's going."

They all laughed.

I stood abruptly. "Excuse me. I need to clean the kitchen."

At the sink, washing dishes in darkness, the decision crystallized: I can't marry Nathan. I can't spend my life in another cage.

I have to leave. Tonight.

I waited until past midnight. My "bedroom"—a converted storage closet—barely had room for my sleeping bag. I gathered my few belongings: backpack, thrift store clothes, scholarship letter, identification, cheap sunglasses, and the flimsy white cane from the hospital.

I crept toward the front door, avoiding the floorboards I knew would creak. When my fingers closed around the doorknob, I allowed myself one breath.

Then I stepped into the unknown.

The night air was cool, carrying the faint smell of rain. I stood on the apartment steps, paralyzed by one question: Where do I go?

Figure it out later. Right now, just walk.

I extended my cane and took a tentative step. The tip caught on something, and I stumbled. My second stumble was worse—my cane hooked on a raised edge, and I was falling, hitting the ground hard.

"No, no, no," I whispered, panic rising as I realized I was no longer on the sidewalk. The surface beneath me was different—smoother. And there were sounds, terrifyingly close sounds.

Car horns. Multiple car horns, blaring in anger.

"Get out of the road, you idiot!" someone shouted.

Oh God. I'm in the street.

I scrambled on my hands and knees, trying to find my cane, my backpack. Vehicles roared past, close enough that I could feel the rush of air. The horns were deafening. I couldn't tell which direction was safe.

Then a car stopped. A door opened with a solid thunk.

Measured footsteps approached. A shadow fell over me.

"Wandering blind into traffic," a voice said, cold as winter frost. "Is that your solution?"

The voice was male, deep and resonant, with the kind of authority that commanded obedience. But beneath the ice was something that made my heart skip.

That's the most beautiful voice I've ever heard.

"I..." My voice came out shaky. "Who are you?"

"Doesn't matter. You lost your sight saving my grandmother, right? I haven't thanked you for that."

Yes, Martha did mention she had a grandson.

"You don't need to thank me," I managed. "Anyone would have done the same."

"Clearly." There was something almost like approval in that cold tone. "Where are you planning to go tonight?"

"I... I'll find somewhere..."

"You have nowhere to go." It wasn't a question.

"I'll manage," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

"No, you won't." His footsteps moved closer. "You need proper treatment for your eyes. You saved my grandma, now I'm going to save you."

"No! I can't accept more help from you! The medical bills—"

"Is that what they told you? That the bills were too high?" Something dangerous entered his voice. "What else did they tell you?"

"That... that the surgery might not even work. It's too expensive for something with no guarantee."

"They lied to you." The words were flat. "I'll take you to a specialist who can actually help you. Get in the car."

I sat on the cold asphalt, torn between fear and desperate hope. I can't go back home. I can't survive on the streets. I can't navigate college blind. And this man was offering exactly what I needed. A chance to see again.

But accepting felt dangerous. What if he's lying? What if this is all some elaborate lie to get a vulnerable girl into his car?

I'd heard the stories—predators who targeted disabled people, especially women. How easy would it be to spin a convincing tale about knowing the woman I'd saved?

"How do I know you're really her grandson?" I asked suddenly.

"You don't. But you have no choice. Now get in the car. I'm not asking again."

He's right. I had no choice. I could only choose to believe.

"Okay," I whispered. "Thank you, Mr..." I trailed off.

"Mr?" There was a hint of amusement in that cold voice.

"I don't know what to call you."

A scoff. "Parker, help her with her belongings and get her into the car."

"Yes, Mr. Booth," another voice responded.

So that's who I'm entrusting my life with. Mr. Booth.

As Parker gathered my scattered belongings, I heard Mr. Booth speaking quietly into his phone. "It's done. I have her... No, she doesn't suspect anything. I'm taking her to the hospital. I'll tell you the details later."

My heart stopped. What have I gotten myself into? Did I just escaped one cage, only to walk willingly into another?

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