06. A Deal With Benedict Easton

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 release.

Benedict nodded thoughtfully. "Ironic that you mention arranged marriages." He paused, a slight smile playing at his lips. "Because I have a proposition that might sound similar at first, but I assure you, it's quite different."

Evelyn's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

"Marry me," Benedict said simply, causing Evelyn to gasp. "Before you refuse, hear me out. This isn't like what Grace planned for you. This would be a partnership of equals."

"But... why would you want to marry me? You don't even know me."

"On the contrary, I know enough." Benedict leaned forward in his chair. "You saved my life without knowing who I was, then kept my secret without being asked. That shows both compassion and discretion – rare qualities in my world." His smile turned wry. "Besides, I've had Adam investigate you. Your academic records are impressive, and your father's company was well-respected before your stepmother's... intervention."

"This is about your blindness, isn't it?" Evelyn asked softly.

"Partially," Benedict admitted. "My condition must remain a secret for now. The vultures are already circling, waiting for any sign of weakness. Marriage to you would provide me with a trusted partner who could be my eyes in the business world, while giving you the protection and freedom you deserve."

"And what exactly would this partnership entail?"

"You would complete your business degree while learning the ins and outs of the Easton Group. We would appear as a normal couple to the world – the successful businessman and his capable wife. Behind closed doors, you would help me maintain the illusion of my sight in public settings, and I would ensure you never have to fear Grace or anyone else again."

"And... what about love?" Evelyn asked hesitantly.

Benedict's expression softened. "I'm not asking for your heart, Evelyn. Not yet. I'm offering you a chance at the life you deserve, and in return, I'm asking for your trust and cooperation. If love develops between us... well, that would be a fortunate bonus."

"And Grace?"

"Will be dealt with," Adam spoke for the first time, his voice cold. "We have enough evidence of her illegal activities to ensure she never troubles you again."

Evelyn's mind whirled with possibilities. This was more than just a marriage of convenience – it was a shield against the world that had treated her so cruelly. But it was also a massive commitment, tying her life to a man she barely knew.

"Would I... would I have my own freedom within the marriage?" she asked carefully.

"Absolutely," Benedict replied firmly. "You'll have your own accounts, your own career path within the company if you wish, your own space in this house. I'm looking for a partner, Evelyn, not a prisoner."

He extended his hand in her general direction. "So, Miss Hart, will you marry me?"

Evelyn stared at the offered hand. When she'd woken up this morning, she'd been facing a forced marriage to a man who disgusted her. Now she was considering a voluntary marriage to a man who, despite his calculating nature, seemed to respect her as a person.

She reached out and grasped Benedict's hand firmly. "Yes, Mr. Easton. I will marry you."

His answering smile was genuine, warming his sightless eyes. "Please, call me Ben." He pulled something from his pocket – a ring box. "Adam helped me select this. I hope it suits you."

The ring was elegant but not ostentatious, a single diamond set in white gold. As Adam helped Benedict slip it onto her finger, Evelyn felt a strange mix of emotions – fear, hope, and something else she couldn't quite name.

"Welcome to the family, Evelyn," Benedict said softly, bringing her hand to his lips for a gentle kiss. "I promise you won't regret this."

Behind her, she heard Adam making a phone call: "Initiate Protocol Sierra. Grace Hart needs to be handled immediately." His voice was cold and professional, and Evelyn couldn't help but smile. Her stepmother was about to learn that some games were played for higher stakes than she could imagine.

As she looked at her new fiancé, Evelyn wondered what the future would hold. This wasn't the fairy tale romance she'd dreamed of as a girl, but perhaps it was something better – a partnership built on mutual respect and need, with the potential for something deeper to grow.