He Stole My Eyes For Her

I traded my life as the secret heiress to the Whitmore empire—the crown jewel of Manhattan’s elite—to marry Christopher Whitmore.

I thought love was enough. I thought he was my sanctuary. But the day before our wedding, a car accident shattered my world.

When I drifted back to consciousness, the world was gone. Everything was black. I was blind.

Struggling to move, I heard Christopher’s voice from the shadows of the hospital room. He was talking to his assistant, his tone as cold as a winter morning.