The Blind CEO's Contract Wife

Chapter Three

Carina pov

I watched him the way he stood there, calm, composed, unshaken. Every detail was deliberate. Every motion is measured. My hand still throbbed, but I didn’t let it show. My breaths came slower now, more controlled. The tension in the room had shifted, and I could feel it pressing against my skin.

He didn’t move. He didn’t flinch. Just… stood there, listening, observing. I could feel him scanning the room, taking in everything with senses I could barely comprehend.

He did not miss.

The thought slipped out before I realized I’d spoken it aloud. My own voice startled me in the quiet. My brows furrowed as I tried to understand him. How could someone move like that without sight?

Petra scoffed behind me. “Oh, please.” Her voice sliced through the moment. Arms crossed, head held high. “What does it mean to sense movement? Do you just guess when you’re outside? Do you fall over every step? Or do you magically navigate the world like a superhero?” She smirked. It wasn’t a smile. It was a challenge.

I didn’t reply. I only tightened my grip on the floor beneath me, nails pressing into the wood. My eyes stayed on him. Calm, strong, unyielding. More than Petra’s words, more than her attitude, he unsettled me.

“Petra, stop.” My voice was low, firm. I wouldn’t look away. Not now.

“Do not tell me what to do,” Petra snapped, venom in every syllable. “You are a servant here.”

I didn’t respond. My body stayed still. My heart beat faster than I wanted, but my face remained impassive.

“That is enough,” Damien said. His voice cut through everything like a knife, calm but final. His chin lifted slightly. The authority in his tone made even Petra hesitate.

“I came here for a marriage agreement,” he continued, “not this.”

Silence fell. The kind that filled your chest and pressed your ribs together.

Then, almost ceremoniously, he held out his hand. I saw movement behind him his assistant stepping forward with something in hand. An envelope. Damien’s fingers closed around it, deliberate, careful.

Petra’s eyebrows rose. Curiosity sparkled in her eyes, though laced with arrogance. “What is that? A love letter?” Her laugh was sharp, unkind. “I heard you lost everything. I did not expect it to be this bad.”

Carina stumbled slightly as Petra shoved her forward. Her injured hand grazed the side of her body, sending a flare of pain up her arm. She didn’t cry out. She didn’t let herself. She only caught herself and straightened, forcing her balance back.

“Well,” Petra continued, smirking, “take her. She’s perfect for you.”

“I was going to say something,” Damien began, voice calm, deliberate.

Vivian, quick as ever, intervened. Her hand grabbed Carina’s arm again. Hard. “You will marry him,” she said sharply. Her eyes flickered with something dark, something threatening. “Refuse, and you will regret it.”

I did not flinch. I did not move. I only watched him, measured him.

Then the sound of paper broke the silence. Damien opened the envelope, slow and deliberate. He pulled out a small box, smooth and black.

The room held its breath.

He opened the box. A diamond sparkled like a shard of captured light. Carina’s eyes widened. She stared at it, unable to look away. The light reflected in her eyes not just the brilliance of the diamond, but something else. Recognition. Memory. A flicker of the past she hadn’t allowed herself to touch in years.

Petra gasped. “Wait… that’s the Josephine Diamond!” Her voice trembled slightly, though she tried to mask it. “It’s worth millions!”

Damien’s fingers brushed the diamond with reverence, gentle, deliberate.

Carina’s gently placed her hands forward he knelt down and place the ring in her finger

Her own voice, quiet but firm, answered back. “Fine.”

All eyes turned to her.

“I will marry him,” she said. The words were soft but unwavering. The room, heavy with tension moments ago, went silent.

Vivian’s patience thinned. “And more?” she demanded.

Carina’s posture straightened, calm, commanding. “My clothes,” she said. “My shoes. And one million naira.”

A beat. Then Vivian exhaled sharply. “Fine,” she said. “Take it. Leave.”

Carina didn’t hesitate. She moved quickly, purpose in every step, carrying herself like she owned the world she was stepping into. She paused at Petra’s closet. Fingers ran across garments she didn’t choose but felt entitled to. She pulled out what she wanted, slipping them into her bag.

“If it was bought with my mother’s money,” she whispered, almost to herself, “then it is mine.”

She returned to Damien, bag slung over her shoulder. Her gaze met his. Calm, steady. No trace of doubt.

“I am ready,” she said.

Damien’s lips curved into the faintest smile. “Good,” he said simply.

She walked past him without looking back.

“This is not over,” Petra called after her, voice sharp, venomous.

Carina’s grip on her bag tightened. Let it not be over, s

he thought. I am just getting started.