The Blind Billionaire's Hidden Genius Wife

The shove was harder than necessary. Sera stumbled, her heel catching on the edge of the thick Persian rug, but she didn't fall. She wouldn't give them that satisfaction. She righted herself, smoothing the front of her worn denim jacket, and looked up.

The Quinn family living room smelled exactly as she remembered it: expensive lavender potpourri masking the rot beneath the floorboards. It had been five years since she had stood here, five years since she had been anything other than a monthly expense on a ledger.

Jerome Quinn sat at the head of the mahogany table. He didn't look like a father. He looked like a bank manager dealing with a bad loan. His face was flushed, a vein throbbing in his temple as he tapped a manicured finger on a stack of papers.

Sign it, Sera. Now.

Sera walked to the table. She didn't sit. She looked down at the document. Prenuptial Agreement and Debt Cancellation Confirmation. The title was bold, black, and final. A bitter taste flooded her mouth, metallic and sharp.

Lydia, her stepmother, drifted into her peripheral vision. She was holding a porcelain teacup, the steam curling up like a snake.

We're doing this for you, sweetie, Lydia said, her voice dripping with fake syrup. You should be grateful. This marriage secures your future. And the family's legacy.

Sera ignored the tea. She looked straight at Jerome.

And if I don't?

Tiffany, lounging on the velvet sofa, didn't even look up from her nail file. The sound of the file against her nail was a rhythmic, grating rasp.

Then you're useless, Tiffany said. You were born to pay off debts, Sera. It's the only value you have.

Jerome slammed his hand on the table. The sound cracked through the room like a gunshot.

"If you don't sign this and marry Harrison Sterling, I call the care facility in ten minutes. Thanks to the medical guardianship I was granted when you abandoned her, I have the full legal authority to make this decision. I tell them to pull the plug on your mother's life support. We stop paying. She dies tonight."

Sera's heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Her vision blurred at the edges. The air in the room suddenly felt too thin to breathe. She dug her fingernails into her palms, welcoming the sharp bite of pain to keep her grounded. She couldn't kill him. Not yet.

She forced her shoulders to slump. She widened her eyes, letting the moisture gather there. She had to be the lamb.

If I sign... Mom stays on the machines? Her voice trembled perfectly.

Lydia exchanged a smug look with Jerome.

Of course, Lydia said. The Sterlings are paying a dowry that covers everything. She'll live like a queen in that vegetable state of hers.

Sera reached for the pen. Her hand shook, not entirely an act. She pressed the tip to the paper. The ink flowed, black and permanent. She signed