The Unwanted Blind Wife's Sweet Comeback

e sounds of raw, unbridled passion into the quiet, dimly lit corridor. Chantal Beaumont-Carlisle sto

were sharp and demanding, echoing li

tcliff's voice drifted out, laced with breathless mockery. "Does she th

, his voice thick with lust, a sound that made Chantal's stomach ch

already got it all figured out with her. Tomorrow, at the wedding, I'll wear the veil and walk down the aisle in her place. She's blind anyway; she won't see a damn thing. We'll just f

e have to keep her around as a pretty, blind ornament," Kayden murmured, h

as followed by the unmistakable sounds

rage. She took a step forward, her hand raising to kick the door wide open and catch the cheating bastards in the

d of tears. She simply shook her head, turned on her heel, and walked away, the whit

in the Hamptons, the air in the gra

floor, her voice cracking with indignation. "How could they do this behin

row. The invitations have been sent to every major family in New York. The press is already setting

he velvet sofa, her voice a soft, chilling melody of absolute resolve. Her hands were curled

ty. The family was sprawling, filled with ambitious men, but only one p

said, her voice sharpening. "Dallas

of Wall Street'? He's... well, according to my sourc

sculpted eyebrows

ive, members-only club in Manhattan,

e plush leather booth. "Are you saying you'd be willing to turn a

iffened, her practiced smile faltering. "Mr. Co

is stormy gray eyes were lazy, cold, and utterly indifferent. He was devastatingly handsome, but beneath

rling the amber liquid in his crystal glass. "But if y

alculating her odds. "In that c

ll me

ual allowance, deposited directly

't even bli

bout your... past. The illegitimate son. I'm far too young to play stepmother to another

s expression didn't change, but the air around him became lethal

t o

ut of the booth and fleeing the club as

ides onto the table. He looked at his assistant, R

oking thoroughly exhausted. "Honestly, boss, at this r

ut. "Fine. I'll take you w

ntly zippe

, the terrifying patriarch of the Cole family, had given him an ultimatum: find a wife and settle down within the month, or be

mpire. "Find more candidates," Dallas ordered. "I don't care if they're socialites

ic tapping of a cane echoed over the

ss that accentuated every curve of her body. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose, sens

, her voice smoot

s neck. He looked up, his gray eyes narrowing i

edical mind who had saved his grandfather's life three years ag