The Blind Angel Turns Out To Be A Sweet Demoness

"Kyra will be back soon. From this moment on, don't use Kyra's name around Lindsay." Matthew Riley's voice carried from the study, low and smooth, but tinged with a rare, unmistakable joy.

Lindsay Gordon lingered in the hallway outside the study, rooted to the spot. Shadows danced across her wide, unseeing eyes, her body quivering with fear. Her fingertips dug into the wall hard. She could barely breathe, the shock keeping her frozen in place. Kyra Gordon, her adopted sister, was coming back? That couldn't be possible. Kyra was supposed to be gone forever.

Vernon Bennett's voice was barely a whisper in the tense silence. "Matthew, how long do you plan to deceive Lindsay? What happens if her sight ever returns and she sees Kyra, alive and unharmed? Every lie we've told—everything from three years ago—will explode in our faces."

Three years had already passed since Lindsay's near-fatal accident and the blaze that consumed the Gordon estate. Both tragedies had been quietly closed by the authorities. The news of Kyra's death sentence had been brought to Lindsay by Vernon himself, a capable lawyer.

Matthew's gaze turned ice cold, his posture radiating authority. "Lindsay's eyes will never heal. I made Kyra a promise when I sent her overseas three years ago—only three years apart, nothing more. For her sake, I have already married Lindsay. I'll make sure Lindsay never wants for anything. But she has no reason to expect anything beyond that."

A jolt of cold terror sent Lindsay fleeing, her hands groping along the walls as she stumbled back to her room, each step shaky and desperate.

Once inside her room, she lost her balance and crumpled at the side of her bed, drawing her knees close to her chest.

Alone in the pitch-black room, it felt like invisible claws were clawing through her, tearing her apart piece by piece.

Three years ago, everything had unraveled—Kyra's car had come barreling straight toward Lindsay, and shards of glass had carved through her eyes.

Lindsay still remembered Kyra, not satisfied with harming her deliberately, had dragged her bleeding body from the scene to the Gordon family home, where fire had already raged through every room. The memory had been painted in flames and chaos—her parents' and brother's frantic cries mixing with Kyra's wild laughter.

Kyra's words still echoed. "Lindsay, your damned folks took me in when I was little. They told me again and again that they would treat us all the same, but in reality, you got everything good while I got nothing. Even when Matthew and I truly loved each other, they forced Matthew and me apart just so you could marry him. I just decided to burn them all! Ha-ha!"

It had been so overwhelming that Lindsay had blacked out completely. Her next memory was waking up in a hospital bed, crushed and hollow.

Matthew, her fiancé at the time, had handled the funerals and all the aftermath for her. He had even insisted the wedding go on, linking