All Chapters of The Blind heiress's Revenge.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The rain had been falling since morning, soft at first, then heavier, as though the sky itself was warning her to turn back. But Isabella Ashford never turned back once she made a decision. “Miss Isabella, please—just let the driver handle it,” her bodyguard urged from the front seat, glancing at her through the rearview mirror with unease. She was already unfastening her seatbelt. “I said stop the car,” she repeated, her voice calm but firm, the kind of tone that made even grown men obey without question. Outside the tinted window, the city blurred into streaks of gray and gold, headlights reflecting off wet asphalt like broken stars. Somewhere beyond that chaos was Ethan. And Ethan needed her. That was all she could think about. The car slowed, pulling over near the intersection where traffic was already building under the heavy rain. Without waiting for another warning, Isabella stepped out, the cold immediately biting through her designer coat, soaking into her skin within

The morning light filtered gently through the sheer curtains, spilling into Isabella’s room in soft golden layers that she could no longer witness, but could still feel warming her skin like a memory she could almost remember. It was the kind of morning that once would have made her smile without reason, the kind of morning she used to greet with bare feet on marble floors and the sound of birds outside her balcony. Now, she simply sat by the window, her hands folded neatly in her lap, listening to the world she could no longer see. And waiting. “Did you sleep well?” Ethan’s voice came from behind her, calm and familiar, carrying that same steady reassurance that had become the foundation of her fragile new life. “Yes,” she replied softly, turning her face slightly toward his direction. “You left early again.” There was a brief pause so brief most people would not notice it but Isabella was beginning to notice pauses more than words. “I had to,” Ethan said gently as he stepped c

The sound of rain had returned that evening, tapping gently against the tall windows of the Ashford Estate like distant fingers trying to remind Isabella that the world outside still existed.She sat quietly in the living room, her hands folded in her lap, listening to the fire crackle somewhere across the room. Ethan had not returned yet, and the absence of his presence had become something she was beginning to notice more sharply than before.Too sharply.It was not that she doubted him.She refused to think that way.But lately… thoughts had started forming before she could stop them.Small thoughts.Uncomfortable thoughts.Questions without answers.The door finally opened.“Isabella,” Ethan’s voice called gently, carrying its usual warmth as he entered. “I’m home.”She exhaled softly without realizing she had been holding her breath.“You’re late,” she said carefully.“I know,” he replied immediately, walking toward her. “There was an issue at the board meeting.”She frowned slig

The private meeting room was too quiet for what was about to happen inside it.A silence so controlled it felt deliberate—like the walls themselves were listening.Ethan stood near the large glass window, his posture calm, hands folded neatly in front of him. Anyone walking in would have mistaken him for a man waiting patiently for a routine discussion.But nothing about this meeting was routine.The door opened.Mr. and Mrs. Ashford entered together.This time, they did not hesitate.They did not greet him.They did not sit.They stopped just a few steps away from him.And for a moment, no one spoke.Ethan’s voice came first, soft and measured.“You look like you’ve already decided something.”Mr. Ashford’s jaw tightened.“We have,” he said.A pause.Then Mrs. Ashford stepped forward slightly, her voice trembling—but firm enough to cut through the air.“We know what you are doing to our daughter.”Ethan did not react immediately.Not anger.Not surprise.Only silence.Then, slowly:“

The morning came too quietly.Not the peaceful kind of quiet that once made Isabella feel safe in her home, but the kind that felt carefully arranged—like the world was holding its breath without telling her why.She sat by the window, her fingers resting lightly on the fabric of her dress, listening to the distant sounds of life outside the estate.But inside her world, something subtle had changed again.Ethan had already left.Earlier than usual.With a softer kiss than usual.And a silence afterward that lingered longer than it should have.“Ethan?” she had called when he was still near the door.“Yes?” his voice had answered immediately, warm as always.“Come back early today.”A pause.Then his gentle smile.“I always do.”And then he was gone.Across the city, Mr. Ashford stood near the entrance of their home, holding his phone tightly.He had tried again.And again.But every call to Isabella had gone unanswered or redirected.“That’s not normal,” he said quietly.Mrs. Ashford