My Blind Billionaire Husband

PAY ME FIRST

Chapter 4: Pay Me First

Sara’s POV

Cathy’s eyes narrowed as she stepped closer, voice dripping with disdain.

“You’re here, Sara! You’ve been leeching off us for long enough.”

“Me? Leeching off you?” I shot back, anger surging. “This house, everything you have, was paid for by my mother! You’re just a homewrecker who married my dad for money!”

Cathy’s face twisted in rage. Before she could strike, Noah stood, rising from his wheelchair with surprising agility. He grasped her wrist firmly, stopping her.

Both Cathy and I gasped.

“You can see? You’re not crippled?” I whispered, stunned.

Noah released her hand, expression calm yet commanding.

“That’s enough,” he said.

Cathy stumbled back, confusion flooding her features.

“Wait, I thought you were blind and crippled!”

“My legs work just fine,” he explained, adjusting his glasses. “I use a wheelchair in new environments because it’s easier. I’m legally blind, but I can sense your hand motion.”

I thought to myself: he has pretty good reflexes.

Cathy scoffed. “Okay, well, I’m sure you can’t make it up the driveway by yourself without falling on your face. Tell me, how often do you step in dog poop?”

I couldn’t stay silent. “Cathy, stop that.”

She turned toward me. “Don’t tell me what to do. You’ll never be more than a servant in this house.”

Noah’s voice hardened, rare edge of anger seeping through. “That’s enough. I came here to exercise a marriage agreement.”

He reached into his jacket and produced an envelope.

“An engagement gift,” he said, holding it out.

Cathy laughed derisively. “Oh, what the hell is that? Some cheesy love letter?”

Before she could grab the envelope, Noah handed it to me. I stumbled slightly, catching myself just inches from him. Our proximity sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. His scent—a mix of cedarwood and something uniquely him—filled my senses.

“Miss Sara,” he addressed me directly, voice steady. “Would you be willing to honor the marriage agreement in your sister’s place?”

My heart raced. Marrying him would grant access to the Dempsey estate, where I might find my mother’s prized paintings. But marrying a man I barely knew?

Lucille interjected before I could answer, her tone saccharine. “Of course she will. It’s the least she can do for this family.”

I nodded, carefully hiding my excitement, and took the envelope from Noah. Inside was a stunning diamond ring.

Cathy gasped. “Is this the Josephine diamond ring? But that’s worth millions!”

Noah’s voice remained calm. “That’s yours, Miss Sara. My mother wanted my future wife to have it.”

I slipped it onto my finger, the weight both comforting and foreboding. I noticed a subtle smirk playing on Noah’s lips. A shiver ran down my spine as I wondered what secrets this enigmatic man might be hiding.