Ruthie B

"Who are you?" his deep voice snarled in the darkness. "Because the woman wearing this diamond ring does not have the hands of an heiress." To survive the chronic illness draining her empty pockets, destitute orphan maid Ivy Smith is forced into a dangerous lie: take the place of her cruel, runaway lookalike mistress and marry Scott Sterling, a ruthless billionaire heir blinded in a catastrophic crash. Ivy expects a cold, isolated prison where she can hide beneath her veil and quietly earn the life-saving medicine she needs. Instead, she enters the den of a dangerous predator. Scott can’t see, but his sharp senses register everything—her callused palms, her soft cadence, and the delicate scent of orange blossoms that Dianne Reynolds never wore. Worse, Scott’s formidable mother uncovers Ivy’s real name on day one, presenting her with an impossible bargain: heal her son’s shattered spirit, or face the police. Trapped between a fiercely observant husband hunting her secrets and an empire using her as a pawn, Ivy does the unthinkable—she stays, bringing warmth, medicine, and dignity back to a broken man’s life. As raw hostility turns into intoxicating passion, Scott risks an experimental surgery for a single reason: to finally see the face of the woman who saved him. But when the real heiress claws her way back to steal the restored billionaire, she has no idea Ivy is already carrying his heir—and that the man in the dark never fell in love with a name, but with the woman who held him through it.