The Vision She Hid
She pretended not to see. He pretended not to care. Now the whole mafia clan watching them burn.
When Leo Christofides saved a man’s life, she lost everything—her sight, her future as a prima ballerina, and her freedom. For two years, she’s lived in darkness, relying on the man who once promised to be her eyes. But when her vision returned, the first thing she sees is betrayal: her fiancé tangled up with her nurse, wearing the same smile he used to give only to Leo.
Before Leo can escape this nightmare, she’s handed over like a pawn in a blood-soaked stand-off between two gangs. She is sold to an attractive, enigmatic mafia boss with a gun on his hip and secrets in his eyes. His name is Vic, and he introduces her to his clan not as a hostage but as his wife.
Now Leo must play blind in a house full of killers, where power is the only hard currency and trust is a suicide. But she’s not the helpless girl Hermano thinks she is. Leo has a dark secret of her own. She is watching. Waiting. The next move is hers, and it can be deadly.
The Vision She Hid is a dark, seductive thriller dripping in secrets and slow-burn heat, where power struggle meets mafia romance with a blade between its teeth.
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Chapter: 6The ceiling above me was the color of expensive cream from Harrods food hall. It was probably late afternoon, and I just woke up. The daylight slid through the tall windows in lazy ribbons, too golden, too soft for the kind of place where a girl might wake up owned.I lay still for a minute, eyes half-shut. It took me some time to remember where I was. There was silk rustle of the drapes, the faint tick of a wall clock that probably cost more than my freedom, and the distant echo of footsteps—slow, deliberate. Not the kind of steps that hurry. Not the kind that need to be discreet.I ducked under the blanket. The sheets smelled like lavender and wealth. The bed was endlessly soft, obviously designed to cradle a princess. Pity I felt more like a loot at the bottom of a pirate ship.I gave myself a three-second count before sitting up. One for rage. Two for heartbreak. Three for playing nice.The door opened soft as a sigh. I didn’t need my eyes to know who it was. The scent gave her aw
Last Updated: 2025-04-23
Chapter: 5The car hummed along the dark road like a black panther, sleek and deadly, eating up the miles. The city lights bled through the tinted windows, turning my reflection into a night ghost. I was happy to see them. They were a nice change from the plain black I’ve been accustomed to. I could feel the presence of the big guy beside me. He was leaning back like he owned the world on all-inclusive basis. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. Outside, the city oozed past—liquor stores that never closed, bars spilling drunks onto cracked sidewalks, and those sad 24-hour diners that reek of stale coffee and broken dreams.I couldn’t make sense of it yet. I felt like I’d been caught in a riptide and dragged half a mile out to sea to drown. My mother had been wheeled off to one of his doctors as soon as we reached the car. The goon with the bad attitude promised me she’d get “the best care money can buy,” but somehow that didn’t make me feel like I’d won the lottery.Now it was just me and th
Last Updated: 2025-04-18
Chapter: 4The room smelled like blood, sweat, and fear, and none of it was mine. The men stood around like grim-faced gargoyles, arms crossed, guns tucked into jackets that looked ill fitted but expensive. Ricky was still trying to hold onto his dignity.The big man with the wicked smile leaned back against the wall, his eyes narrowed, mouth curled in a smirk. He was the kind of guy who looked at problems like they were puzzles he can’t be asked solving. So he shot them dead. He kept a bunch of goons for that. Ricky looked at him like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.“Her mother’s in my hands,” Ricky croaked, voice cracking like an old porcelain. “Take her. She won’t resist. She knows better than that.”The big man raised a dark eyebrow, his face giving away not very much.“Huh. Is that so?” he asked, almost politely. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and I made sure to keep my expression blank and cold like the marble floor under my feet.Ricky, emboldened by the lack
Last Updated: 2025-04-18
Chapter: 3“Let’s try again. What are you doing here?” He asked.“I…I am looking for my mother,” I squeezed out of my sore throat.He gave a low chuckle, making my spine sweat. The silence stretched out, tense but sweetly awkward.There was one thing I liked about that guy: he wasn’t afraid of the dark. Darkness was my home for two years, and I felt an affinity with people who were not freaked out when it fell on them. Most men squint and curse, trying to make sense of it, looking weak and helpless in the process. Not this guy. He wore the darkness like a second skin, and it looked pretty good on him.The power was back. He flicked on the bedside lamp, and the light cut through the gloom, throwing his face into sharp relief—strong jaw, dark eyes that didn’t bother to hide the violence underneath. His mouth looked like it hadn’t smiled since the day he learned how to scowl. He hastily looked me over, and something flashed in his eyes. He kept staring at me with awe as if I was a rare bird that ha
Last Updated: 2025-04-18
Chapter: 2The nurse peeled herself off Ricky like she was trying to detach from Velcro, still wearing that smug smirk. She gave me a look like I was the family dog that just peed on the carpet—disdainful and a little too pleased with herself. I held the box out to Ricky, playing the part of the useless blind girl they thought I was. He took it without a thank-you, just a brush of his fingers over mine, casual as swatting a fly.Ricky gave the box a lazy stare, cracked it open, and flicked out a condom with his thumb. The nurse purred, winding herself around him like a cat that thought it had caught the biggest rat in the alley. I didn’t look at them. Couldn’t look at them. Watching them slobber all over each other was too much reality for me.I sat on the metal chair, acting like a statue—helpless, harmless, and perfectly blind. The trick to my survival was making sure they never suspected otherwise. My sight was still recovering—sometimes the world flickered in and out like a bad TV signal. Bu
Last Updated: 2025-04-18
Chapter: 1Rick’s dad was old school. He lived by his word and bought the newest, the coolest equipment the money could buy for my treatment. Thanks to him I didn’t give up. I didn’t want to let Rick’s dad down. One morning I woke up hot and sweating. I opened my eyes and realized that the world is less black than usual. It was still a very dark shade of grey, and the shapes were blurry like I was looking through the window in heavy rain. The room was so hot it felt like I was simmering in a pot above a campfire. The kind of heat that soaked your bones and left your skin flypaper sticky. I bet the nurse did it on purpose—twisting the dial on the AC like she was tuning a radio, settling on the station that played “slow roast” on repeat. Her idea of a cruel joke. As if I couldn’t tell the difference between warm and inferno. After all, the blind girl would be too frightened to complain.I got up, still pretending to fumble through the blur of shadows and shapes, and felt my way to the control pane
Last Updated: 2025-04-18
The Secret Whisperer
Leila, a young Austrian aristocrat and student in Classics, is drawn into a world of conspiracy and danger when her aunt is involved in a suspicious car accident. Leila travels to her aunt’s chalet to take care of her husky, but soon discovers a body in the drawing room. Terrified, she runs out and bumps into Dick, a nosy English banker who becomes entangled in the mystery.
When they return to the drawing room, the body has disappeared. Leila takes the husky for a walk and discovers that the body has been moved to a house recently purchased by another branch of her family. She finds a notebook with encrypted entries in the drawing room and uses her linguistic skills to decode them. She discovers the initials, address, and phone number of someone involved in the plot.
Leila calls the number and is warned against getting involved. Undeterred, she discovers a bizarre research center where a conference on German mystical past is taking place.She suspects that there is a bizarre cult operating underground. Leila learns about their plan to topple every democracy in Europe. The cult is after an artifact that may be hidden in her aunt’s chalet.
However, this is only the tip of the iceberg. Leila discovers that the aristocratic cult members are pawns in a larger game. They are unknowingly being manipulated to cause disruption in the European banking system using an AI virus.The chaos will cause turmoil in the Euro zone.
As Leila and her aunt race against time to stop the virus from being unleashed, they uncover an even more shocking truth: Leila’s own family members are part of the conspiracy. With betrayal and danger at every turn, Leila must use all of her wit to outsmart the cult.
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Chapter: 26Christina’s eyes went dark, like someone had just switched off the chandelier in a grand ballroom. “My father had an old mask in his collection,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s still somewhere in the attic. He used to tell me this wild story about Nazis organizing a secret expedition to find it. He was pleased to have it, of course. You’re telling me it’s a fake?”Dick Jones gave her a look that could’ve cut through stone. “Not quite. Your piece is a replica—at least three hundred years old, according to Yellen. What bothers me is Yellen came here looking for it and ended up dead. Yet the attic didn’t look disturbed. The mask was still there. That’s what makes my skin itch.”A faint cloud of hesitation swept over Christina’s face, and her eyes misted like fogged glass. “Oh my God. That poor man. I can’t stop thinking about him.”Dick didn’t bother softening his words. “I wouldn’t if I were you. It’s likely Yellen came here to kill you. Somebody else intervened. I’ve
Last Updated: 2025-03-24
Chapter: 25Nosy Dick—or rather, Agent Richard Jones—sat at Christina’s Black Forest table, stripping off his black leather gloves like he was settling in for afternoon tea. Snow dripped off his blue puffer coat in mournful little puddles. Wolfie eyed him suspiciously from her spot by the fire, giving the occasional low grumble just to make sure Dick knew where he stood on the guest list.Leila folded her arms and leaned against the 18th century cast iron stove, casually holding the rifle. “You scared the light out of us, Mr Jones. Sneaking around in the dark is a great way to get shot, you know. Or mauled. Wolfie’s pretty territorial about her lounge space.”Dick gave her a weary smirk, not bothering to even glance at the unnerved husky. “You’d be amazed how often I get shot at. Mostly by people more competent than you.” He pulled a neat silver flask from his coat pocket and took a swig, pulling his face as if the whisky had punched him in the throat. “Honestly, I didn’t think I’d have to break
Last Updated: 2025-03-23
Chapter: 24The snow was still falling when Leila pulled the threadbare quilt tighter around her shoulders and glanced over at the notebook lying open on the low table. It looked innocent enough, the cracked leather and yellowed pages giving it the vibe of something that ought to be filled with long-forgotten recipes or notes on which fertilizer worked best for dahlias. But inside she found something else —a mess of Gothic architecture sketches, topographical diagrams and hastily written notes that looked like the fevered scribbling of a medieval cartographer gone mad.“That’s remarkable. Where did you find it?” Christina asked with a notch of suspicion.“Here, in the chalet, in that hidden place I’ve told you about. Wolfie and I were saving the owl that managed to get in through the broken attic window.”Christina leaned closer to the lantern’s dim light, tracing the hasty ink sketch with her finger. The combination of drawings, faint script and crude shapes made the page look like a treasure ma
Last Updated: 2025-03-23
Chapter: 23Leila pulled up to Christina’s hideaway, the car’s headlights slicing through the frostbitten gloom. The house sat hunched against the snow, a dark silhouette of pine and cold secrets. She’d driven fast—too fast for the icy roads—but when your aunt called with that tone, you didn’t stop to admire the scenery. Inside, the room was a furnace. The black iron stove glowed like it was working overtime, and the wood stacked high in the corner promised it wasn’t getting a break anytime soon. Christina was in her usual spot, a blanket over her knees, looking like the queen of a tiny, crumbling empire. Her eyes, though, were sharp and on point, pinning Leila like a hawk spotting prey. “Lock the door,” Christina said. No hello, no pleasantries. Leila did as she was told, the click of the deadbolt echoing louder than it should. “What’s going on?” she asked, pulling off her gloves. She kept her tone light, but her gut was doing flips. Christina didn’t answer right away. Instead, she pulled
Last Updated: 2025-01-30
Chapter: 22That afternoon Leila was waiting for him in wane, as Tom got distracted. His boss decided to pay an unexpected visit. The winter sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow through the tinted windows of Tom’s high-tech office when Mikhail Grossman decided to darken the door. The man loomed like a storm cloud in an Armani suit, his scowl deep enough to hide a weapon. “Evening, Mikhail,” Tom said with the ease of a man greeting an old friend rather than a mafia boss who snaps necks like breadsticks. He wondered whether Mikhail Grossman heard the news about Vlad. Tom leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “Cut the pleasantries, Tomas,” Grossman growled. His voice was a low rumble, the kind that preceded an earthquake. “You know why I’m here. Your work. The Green Dragon virus—you’re going to hand it over. Now.” Tom chuckled and tapped his fingers on the scratched surface of his desk, where beneath lay layers of encrypted
Last Updated: 2025-01-29
Chapter: 21A tiny, no larger than a pack of cigarettes, combat drone silently fell off the roof two floors above the office where Vlad Voronin was glued to the computer screen. It smoothly descended to his window, peeked out stealthily from behind the wall and froze in the upper left corner. The cameras adjusted the focus to Vlad’s stand-alone laptop. The camera was filming the program commands running in a fast line on a black background.The owner of the computer had no idea about all that. He was busy with the guest. Smiling snottily, Voronin pulled the flash drive out of the laptop and put it inside a small brown envelope.‘That’s perfect,’ he patted his guest on the shoulder.‘I have to return it,’ the guest muttered nervously stretching out his hand. ‘My share, as agreed?’‘Don’t worry,’ Voronin frowned. ‘Assume that you don’t owe us anything anymore. '‘Fine. You have to give me a receipt. For the records.’‘OK,OK. You’ve become too suspicious, Ash,’ Vlad pulled out a four-fold piece of p
Last Updated: 2025-01-29
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