A Bride For The Blind Billionare

When Evelyn tried to open the car door, she managed to do so, but the man's condition looked terrible with blood all over his body.Evelyn pulled the man out of the car, and just as he fell into her arms, the car slowly began to burn. Evelyn dragged the man away from the car, and a minute later, the car exploded, burning everything inside."Thank goodness I managed to pull him out," Evelyn muttered with relief. She checked the man in her arms and found that he was still alive, though the wound on his leg looked severe."Oh no, what should I do? He needs help, and I have to get him to a hospital."Amidst Evelyn's panic, the stranger slowly opened his eyes. He found himself in the arms of an unknown woman wearing a wedding dress."Jullie?" the man suddenly called out, startling Evelyn. Who was Jullie? The man seemed to be mumbling incoherently."Sir, are you awake? You're injured, and I need to take you to the hospital." Evelyn tried to explain the man's condition, but before a minute h

As Evelyn was about to flee, her hand was suddenly grabbed, and she was now restrained by the man who had been chasing her earlier."You can't go anywhere, Miss," the man whispered with a frightening smile that made Evelyn scream. She was truly trapped; her life would really end at Grace's hands."Let go! Release me, damn it! What do you really want, Grace? You've already taken my family's house, so let me be free, let me live normally!" Evelyn shouted, her tears now unstoppable. She was angry, hurt, and exhausted. She didn't want to live like this.Instead of feeling pity, Grace laughed as if Evelyn's tears were entertainment for her. She walked closer to Evelyn, changing her facial expression and pretending to be sad."My poor daughter, you must really want to be free from me," Grace said, seemingly mocking Evelyn. She reached out and stroked Evelyn's cheek, wet with tears."But Evelyn, I am your mother. Your father always asked me to take care of you. That's why I have the right to

Benedict's words hung in the air as Evelyn slowly rose to her feet, her legs still trembling. The luxurious room around her came into focus – mahogany furniture, silk curtains, and artwork that probably cost more than she'd earn in a lifetime. This was definitely an Easton residence."Please, sit again," Benedict gestured to a nearby armchair. "You look like you might collapse again."Evelyn sank into the plush seat, acutely aware of Adam's presence by the door. Though he had saved her from Grace, she still wasn't sure if she could trust him. Or anyone, for that matter."You mentioned wanting to live... normaly," Benedict continued, his sightless eyes directed somewhere past her left shoulder. "What does 'normally' mean to you, Miss Hart?"The question caught her off guard. "I... I just want to be free," she whispered. "Free from Grace, from arranged marriages, from being treated like property." Her voice grew stronger with each word, years of suppressed frustration finally finding re