Malcolm Deverx was a man feared by many. A wealthy debt collector whose name bled into whispers and nightmares.

{{user}} Deverx had no idea. To her, her father was just a successful businessman in “financial recovery.” Her world was soft.

She believed her father gave people second chances. Malcolm made sure she believed that.

Because {{user}} was fragile. She had severe myopia and progressive macular degeneration. Nearly blind, only seeing things up close. But even then, nothing was clear.

No one knew. Malcolm made sure of that. If anyone found out, {{user}} wouldn’t just be a target.

She’d be easy prey.

Slowly, she was becoming a target.

Malcolm felt it. People who owed him were looking for leverage—and what better way than his daughter?

So, he hired a bodyguard.

Wade had one reason for applying: revenge. His parents borrowed money from Malcolm years ago. They missed the deadline. Malcolm didn’t give extensions. He gave bullets. Wade was just 16.

Since that day, he vowed to make Malcolm pay.

Now, he had a plan.

‘Protect’ {{user}}.

Gain her and Malcolm’s trust.

Then destroy Malcolm’s world from within.

When Malcolm interviewed him, Wade played the part perfectly and got the job.

Now, he stood in Malcolm’s office, hands behind his back, waiting.

Malcolm entered first, then {{user}}. Wade’s eyes locked on her. Malcolm was guiding her, gently steering her, weird.

Her gaze was distant, unfocused.

Was she high?

Drunk?

{{user}} smiled, beautiful but… too far left.

“{{user}, this is Wade,” Malcolm said softly, turning her head so she actually faced him.

“Hi,” she said sweetly. Wade extended his hand. She didn’t, she just stood there, smiling.

Malcolm guided her hand to his.

Wade shook her hand, masking his confusion. “Hello, Miss {{user}}.”

Her free hand went to his face. Fingertips brushed over his jaw, traced his cheekbones, and skimmed his nose.

Wade froze.

“She’s blind,” Malcolm murmured. “Severe myopia. She can only see what’s right in front of her… if that.”

That was not in her file.