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The Vision She Hid
Last Updated : 2025-04-18
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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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The Vision She Hid 5
The 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 : 2025-04-18The Vision She Hid 4
The 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 : 2025-04-18The Vision She Hid 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 : 2025-04-18The Vision She Hid 2
The 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 : 2025-04-18The Vision She Hid 1
Rick’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 : 2025-04-18The Vision She Hid Preface
The day I got my vision back, I didn’t see stars—I saw my fiancé unzipping my nurse like a cheap suitcase behind a plastic curtain. Poetic, if you’re into Greek tragedies and cheap lingerie. My name is Leo Christofides. I’d lived in the darkness for two years, and I tell you, it’s not like walking in a black dream with your other senses swell and sharp—people who tell you that are full of crap. Darkness is just that, darkness—large, cold, and ugly like elderly catfish.It wasn’t always like this. I used to dance for the Royal Ballet. But that was back when my legs weren’t just furniture in an expensive hospital. I wasn’t born blind. I’ve seen the blue of the sky and the cherry blossom in late spring. I remember a photo of Margot Fonteyn on my bedroom wall. It was black and white, blurry, and preciously old. It showed Margot dressed in a black leotard, with her right leg poised in the air like she was kicking fate right in the teeth. Her points looked worn and not that clean. Her fac
Last Updated : 2025-04-18
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The day I got my vision back, I didn’t see stars—I saw my fiancé unzipping my nurse like a cheap suitcase behind a plastic curtain. Poetic, if you’re into Greek tragedies and cheap lingerie. My name is Leo Christofides. I’d lived in the darkness for two years, and I tell you, it’s not like walking in a black dream with your other senses swell and sharp—people who tell you that are full of crap. Darkness is just that, darkness—large, cold, and ugly like elderly catfish.It wasn’t always like this. I used to dance for the Royal Ballet. But that was back when my legs weren’t just furniture in an expensive hospital. I wasn’t born blind. I’ve seen the blue of the sky and the cherry blossom in late spring. I remember a photo of Margot Fonteyn on my bedroom wall. It was black and white, blurry, and preciously old. It showed Margot dressed in a black leotard, with her right leg poised in the air like she was kicking fate right in the teeth. Her points looked worn and not that clean. Her fac...
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