All Chapters of The Don's blind bride.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

RhysCold sweat broke out on my skin as I sat up on my military bed.I can't forget her face no matter how hard I tried. Her blonde curls and those beautiful big, brown doe eyes.I thought that I'll never see her again. But alas here she is, beaten up and in danger.‘It’s just a joke' she said. I scoffed at her statement. I twisted the ring on my index finger absentmindedly. I'm worried for her.I stare down at the cuts and scars slithering over my skin, serving as a constant reminder of what happened before I got here.The reason I escaped it all. It's also the reason I have this fucked up need to rule it all.No one can deny me or order me to do anything if I'm leader. Infact it'll be the other way around.I throw on some pants and a t-shirt, slipping out of my room to the empty training camp.The soldiers were granted a night out, so they all fucked off to get drinks and pussy while they could, including my men who usually follow me like wannabe shadows.The solace gives me the ca

JuneI held the plastic bottle in my hand as Nurse Caroline examined the contents.She didn’t even try to hide the horror in her eyes.“Well, it’s confirmed.” She sat across from us, voice clipped. “These drugs have been damaging your retina—slowly. And the second one is paralyzing your leg nerves.”My heart slammed against my ribs. “Is there a cure?” I muttered. “Can I get my sight and legs back?”“Luckily, yes.” Caroline slid two new prescription bottles toward me. “But you need consistency. And these—” she tapped the bottle I brought “—shouldn’t exist. They aren’t on the market yet.”Sarah snorted. “She got them from a roadside pharmacist.” Apparently she doesn't want people to know my condition.Caroline didn’t even blink. “That wasn’t a pharmacist. This drug—Luxyline-Z—is experimental. It’s used in neuro-compliance research. In basic English? It rewires a person’s sensory nerves so they become dependent on whoever administers it.”My blood ran cold. My hands trembled for a moment

Rhys I read the reports my intelligence sergeant sent over and study every detail with keen interest. It appears they want our unit to solve a problem before they leave for the Mafia. The reason my unit is the most successful isn't because I have the best men though I do consider them incomparable. It's not due to strength or weaponry but strategy.Which is one of the reasons my father didn't want me to leave the States. My father depended so much on my plans from the time I was a kid. Everything he did was low-key inspired by my tactics.Needless to say, he's been feeling bitter since I left for the army a couple years back before the mission. Viktor still gives me information about the affairs back at home despite my explicit instructions not to. His excuse is that I need to be in the loop because knowledge is power.Apparently, according to Viktor's spies, my sister is subtly confiscating that power after having crowned herself head of the family once my father retires.Of cours

KaylaI didn't move.Time stops for a moment and my environment immensed in a deep of silence.Something of inhumane movement grabs my shoulders and pushes me down to the ground knocking the breath of our my chest.The explosion was so big I feel I am currently dying. All my goals and dreams flash before my eyes.The residual shock of the explosion overwhelm me and it's impossible to make out my environment but I can hear distorted sounds of soldiers.I try to raise my head but the tight grip loosens slightly. “Stay down.” Comes his harsh reply.I don't have to raise my head to know who it is. His distinctive voice and presence is that impossible to forget.We are both cramped behind a tree in front of the warehouse. I caught a glimpse of the situation. The warehouse is on fire.But that wasn't what chilled me to the bones. It was the grotesque image of scattered limbs. They fill up the snow like props.Those…those clothes…are…ours.Those are the men from my unit.A shrill sound of pa