All Chapters of Bride For The Blind Don: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Amber. My eyes fluttered open slowly, but the harsh glare of sunlight mixed with bright white hospital lights made it impossible to keep them fully open at first. For several long seconds, everything felt disorienting. I wasn’t sure where I was. At first I thought I must be dead. I was supposed to be. Was this what heaven looked like? I had never really believed in life after death, but the sterile smell that hit my nose and the quiet voices around me quickly pulled me back to reality. There was a heavy pressure on my wrist, a dull, throbbing reminder. Was this the pain from where Zeden had slit my wrist? But if I was truly gone, would I still feel something like this? My hazy thoughts shattered when a calm female voice broke through. “You’re awake.” I tried to move my hands, my legs, even to speak, but nothing responded the way my brain commanded. Where was I? Zeden? The questions burned in my mind, but my throat felt like it was on fire every

“If possible, I’d live at school, far away from you, so you wouldn’t have to suffocate under the burden of my existence. Then I’d come home every summer for one reason only—to remind you that I’m still alive,” she continued, folding her arms tightly across her chest.The pain in her voice cut deeper than I expected.“I have spoken to him about it, baby. You know how difficult your father can be, especially when it comes to you. Just give me a little more time—”“Especially when it comes to me,” she interrupted with another hollow chuckle. “That makes me wonder even more who you actually prefer between us.”“I have no preference,” I said firmly, reaching out toward her. “I love you both so much. You’re my firstborn, my strong, beautiful Zam who has been through so much with us. Yulia is still little and needs extra guidance, but that doesn’t mean I love her more. You will always have a special place in my heart.”“The other day you were clipping my nails, and the second Yulia cried out

Amber.“Ouch!” I hissed as the pain shot straight to my head. I sat on the edge of the bed, hands pressed into the mattress behind me for support, watching Zeden kneel in front of me. His fingers worked carefully, cleaning the cut on the sole of my foot before wrapping it with fresh bandages. The room was quiet now, the heaviness from earlier still clinging to every corner.It was almost night, dinner time approaching, but the ache in my heart refused to fade.“That hurts,” I muttered again.“Then never get hurt again,” Zeden replied, his voice low and rough.“You know it wasn’t on purpose!” I shot back.“Who cares?” He stood up abruptly and walked toward the closet, moving with that familiar confidence even in blindness, his hand brushing the furniture for subtle guidance.“You do,” I said with a small, tired laugh. “And we both know that.”The silence stretched for a moment before I gathered my courage. “Could you please speak to Zam later? Right now she might not want to liste

Amber.The drive to Yulia’s dance studio was quiet but filled with a fragile kind of hope. Sunlight filtered through the tinted windows of the car as we moved beyond the usual compound walls. Zam sat beside me, gazing outside with quiet fascination, while Yulia bounced excitedly in her seat, chattering nonstop about her new dance moves. For the first time in weeks, the air between us felt a little lighter.When we arrived at the studio, I turned to Zam in the waiting area. “Baby, hold the bags for me. I’ll hurry and help Yulia change into her dance clothes.”Zam nodded without protest, taking the bags from my hands. “Okay, Mama.”Although I wasn’t entirely comfortable leaving her alone, old fears crept in as I walked away with Yulia. What if Zam decided to walk out and explore on her own? Zeden would be furious—just like the last time years ago when I had taken her out as a little girl and she had been kidnapped. The memory still sent chills down my spine.Zam must have notice

Zeden.I heard her walk further into the room, shutting the door behind her as if trying not to make a sound. The soft click only fueled my anger more—she thought she could control the moment, control me. But I kept my calm, breathing steady, letting the silence stretch between us like a blade.At least I had always known Zam had zero control over her emotions when they boiled over. All of this had started so recently. I had trained her so rigorously not to let feelings cloud her judgment, to stay sharp, composed, unbreakable. She had learned. She had excelled. But who would have thought I’d be facing this version of her now?I could hear the scream building in her throat even though she hadn’t released it yet. Her heartbeat thundered loud enough for me to catch. I could sense her lips trembling, the way her breath hitched. She had too much swirling in that head of hers.“So,” I said, my voice low and controlled as I leaned against the vanity table, half my ass resting on it