All Chapters of Bride For The Blind Don: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Amber. “You neglected us, just to attend a stupid mafia business thing. You caused me a lifetime of pain, Zeden. All because you were at some club having a girl stick her tongue in your mouth, grinding on you. And what else would you call that, dear husband? All these things you did in just a few hours! And you simply want me to forget? How could I? Tell me, Zeden…”I almost sobbed, but I wiped my eyes roughly with the back of my hand.“No. I won’t cry…” I said in a shaky tone, trying to slowly walk away.But he stopped me again, his hand wrapping around my neck from behind, tilting my head up closer to his face.I felt his hot breath on my skin.“I’m sorry. It’d never happen again. How do you want me to make it up to you? I’m tired of this distance between us. It’s too much. And it’s making me feel useless. And I hate this feeling. Tell me already…”His right hand tightened slightly around my neck, not choking, just holding. His forehead pressed to mine.“I would stand in the midd

Amber. His hand fisted in my hair, tugging my head back. “So don’t you ever fucking think about walking away from me again. Don’t you dare speak those words.” His eyes became glassy, like he was holding back tears.His hand still fisted my hair when fresh tears filled my eyes.It wasn’t just the pain from my scalp, it was the fact that I hated seeing him this way.He was messed up.Broken in ways I’d helped cause.And yet I still wanted him so badly it hurt.My hands quickly wrapped around him, gripping his waist.My tears soaked his tight black shirt.His hand released my hair instantly.His forehead dropped to mine, lips brushing my ear. “Don’t ever say you want to be away from me,” he whispered, voice husky and dangerous. “Unless you’re ready to drive a knife through my chest first.”“I’m sorry,” I breathed, the only words I could manage.For the last few minutes, only he had been talking.I tilted my head back, tracing my fingers gently over the corners of his eyes. “What did y

Amber.Silence wrapped around us like a heavy blanket, broken only by the ragged sound of our breathing.Zeden had rolled off me and now lay on his back, staring at the ceiling like it held answers he didn’t want.I could practically hear the storm in his head.The fear of going blind, of never seeing our faces again, of only being able to feel us from now on.“What are you thinking about?” I asked softly.“Nothing.”I snorted. “Liar.”I twisted onto my side, propping myself on one elbow to face him. “Are you thinking about the surgery? When is it scheduled?”“I haven’t fixed a date yet.”“Why not?”He exhaled slowly. “Because there were more important things to fix first. We weren’t even speaking, Amber. You wouldn’t look at me, let alone talk. I wasn’t about to plan something that big without you knowing.”“And what if I hadn’t still agreed to speak to you?” I rolled onto my back again, staring up at the same ceiling.A low, cocky chuckle left him. “I knew you would. The second I

Amber. It had been three long, torturous hours. Almost morning now — the last time I’d glanced at the old wall clock, its hands crawling like they were mocking me. Rukov and the guard had taken Zeden into some back room that opened into a hidden hallway I wasn’t allowed to follow. I hadn’t seen the doctor. Hell, I hadn’t even seen a proper medical setup. This place looked ancient, like some forgotten estate from another century, all heavy wood and dim lighting that did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me.Zameera had dozed off again, curled up in my lap, her small body straddling mine as I sat stiffly on the worn couch in the large sitting room. Every time she stirred, she’d mumble for her papa, and my heart would crack a little more.An older woman approached for the third time, her steps soft on the creaky floorboards. “Ma’am, can I get you anything? Water? Something to eat?”I shook my head, too drained to speak.“You haven’t touched anything since you arrived,” sh

Amber. A few minutes later I rushed back into the room with Doctor Petrov right on my heels. Zeden was worse now — screaming, hands clawing frantically at the blood-soaked bandage covering his eyes, trying to rip it off like it was burning him alive. Yulia’s cries had quieted to soft, hiccuping whimpers, but even that tiny sound seemed to cut straight through him, making his whole body jerk and twist in agony.“Oh my God, what’s wrong?” I cried out, voice cracking with panic. “Doctor — he was fine just a little while ago! Why is our baby’s crying making him scream like this?”“The noise…” Zeden’s voice broke, raw and desperate, barely human anymore.Doctor Petrov’s face hardened with worry. “You and the baby need to leave. Right now.”“No… I won’t,” I said stubbornly, stepping closer even though fear twisted in my gut. “He has to get used to his child’s cries. This is his daughter. He can’t keep reacting like this.”I should have listened.Instead, I moved toward the bed, still crad