The Blind CEO's Contract Wife

Chapter Six

Carina pov

He wanted to say something, but he said nothing. “Do you mind leading the way?” he said as he placed his hand on my shoulder. Just then, Mr. Cole came in.

“Mr. Damien, are you alright?” I said to him,

“We are fine.”

We both entered, and I sat on an expensive chair, gazing around the room with quiet excitement, my eyes taking in every detail like a child seeing the world for the first time. The air itself felt rich, heavy with something unfamiliar, something I couldn’t quite name, as though the walls were whispering secrets of a life I had never lived.

Then Mr. Cole rolled in a collection of dresses, all hanging neatly on a polished trolley, and brought them directly to me. “These are yours,” he said.

I stepped closer, my fingers brushing lightly over the fabrics as I checked the designs. They were Hermès designs, the best designs in town, elegant, flawless, each piece more breathtaking than the last. “These are all from the latest season… this is too much.”

“Oh no,” Mr. Cole said with a faint smile, “this is just the start.”

I opened my mouth wide in disbelief.

“Mr Damien is going to bring a lot more gifts now, because you are the lady of the house. Welcome.”

Before I could even process those words, I saw two mistresses approach, each carrying trays in their hands. The first tray was presented to me with careful grace. It held a pair of earrings.

“These were once owned by Queen Victoria,” she said, bowing as she gently placed them into my hands.

Another mistress stepped forward, bowing as well, handing me another tray. Then another tray followed.

“These are the keys to your new Bugatti, ma.”

And then another tray from Mr. Cole, a sleek credit card placed before me like it weighed nothing, yet carried everything.

I froze, completely speechless.

“I don’t understand… is this a dream?”

They all bowed and left, one after the other, their footsteps fading into silence, leaving me alone with the weight of everything they had just placed before me. Slowly, I placed all the trays on the floor, my hands trembling slightly as I moved toward the clothes hanging before me.

“Is it a dream…?” I whispered to myself.

“I heard that.”

Damien’s voice came from behind me.

I was startled and tried to steady myself, but I almost fell. Before I could hit the ground, he caught me, holding me firmly, effortlessly, as though he had been expecting it.

“You are blind… I don’t understand how you did that,” I said, my voice filled with confusion and disbelief. “I glanced into his eyes, maybe I was truly blind.”

His eyes didn’t blink.

“Your hearing must be incredible. How did you hear me tripping and manage to get to me so fast?”

He said nothing.

Then he spoke calmly, shifting the moment as though none of that mattered. “Do you like the clothes? There are so many to choose from.”

“Any option… can’t see… God, I am so sorry, my bad.”

“How about you pick something that feels nice?” I said.

He reached out and picked an exposing sky-blue dress for me, the fabric soft and flowing like water under light. “Try this one.”

I collected it from him, my fingers lingering on the material. “I love it… it’s beautiful. I will be right back. Is that the bathroom that way?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you.”

Damien pov

I picked the clothes for her because I wanted to confirm the birthmark on her chest, a detail that has lived in my mind for years, one that refuses to fade no matter how much time has passed, and she doesn’t know I’m not blind,

she doesn’t know that every movement she makes, every shift of her body, every flicker of hesitation in her expression is seen, measured, and stored.

I watched her walk away, my eyes following her without restraint now, memorizing every step, every movement, every detail that might confirm what I have been searching for, because something about her presence feels too precise, too aligned with something buried deep in my past, and when the door closed behind her, the room fell into a silence so complete it felt almost staged, as though the world itself had paused to allow something unseen to unfold.

Then, her phone rang.

The sound cut sharply through the stillness, slicing through my thoughts with a precision that immediately drew my attention, and I turned toward where she had placed it, my steps slow at first, controlled, measured in a way that maintained the illusion I had built, but then more purposeful as something instinctive, something unexplainable, pushed me forward.

I hesitated for a second just a second before picking it up.

Jane.

The name flashed across the screen, and I stared at it longer than necessary, as though the name itself carried weight, as though it meant something beyond what I could immediately place, and I was about to decline the call, to leave it untouched, to act like I never saw it, but something made me pause, something deep, quiet, and persistent told me this was not random.

So I answered.

“Hello,” I said calmly, my voice steady, controlled, betraying nothing. “She’s in the bathroom. She’ll call you back.”

But I didn’t end the call.

I don’t know why I didn’t, and that in itself unsettled me, because I am not a man who acts without reason, without purpose, without control, and yet I stayed, listening, waiting, as though I already knew something was coming.

Maybe it was something deeper, something that had been building since the moment she walked into my life.

There was a brief silence on the other end, a pause just long enough to feel intentional, and then the voice came, hurried, tense, unaware that it wasn’t her speaking.

“Carina, make haste listen to me carefully. Look for your mother’s painting in Damien’s house.”

My grip on the phone tightened instantly, the words striking something sharp and immediate within me.

What?

“You don’t have much time. Once you find it, take it and leave immediately. Do you understand? This is the only chance we have.”

My expression hardened, every muscle in my face settling into something colder, something far less forgiving.

“She must not find out… Damien must not find out why you came. This is bigger than we thought. Don’t trust anyone there.”

The line went dead.Silence followed.

Heavy. Thick. Dangerous in a way that pressed against my chest and refused to move.

Slowly, I lowered the phone, my mind replaying every single word, every tone, every layer of urgency buried beneath her voice, dissecting it, analyzing it, refusing to let even the smallest detail slip away.

Carina.

So that’s who she is.

She came here with a purpose.

A mission to steal from worse… to retrieve something that was never meant to be found, something hidden, something important enough to risk walking into my world under false pretenses.

A cold smile slowly formed on my lips, but there was nothing warm about it, nothing human in the way it settled across my face, only calculation, only control, only the quiet rise of something far more dangerous than she could ever anticipate.

“So… that’s your game,” I murmured under my breath, the words low, deliberate, almost amused.

I placed the phone back exactly where she had left it, every detail untouched, every angle precise, every trace erased as though I had never moved, never seen, never heard, because the illusion must remain intact, the version of me she believes must stay alive for this to unfold the way I want it to.

Then I stepped back into position, adjusting my expression, letting the calm, blind version of me settle back into place, masking everything beneath a surface so controlled it could not be questioned.

But inside…Silence followed.Everything had changed.

If she thinks she came here to play me,

Then she has no idea who she’s dealing with, no understanding of the kind of man she has just walked into, no awareness of the fact that she is no longer the one in control of this situation.

And as the door slowly began to open, one thought settled firmly in my mind, solid, unshakable, inevitable.

This just got interesting.will let her play her game… until I find out what she’s really after.

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