All Chapters of The Blind Luna’s Secret: His Substitute Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Nina's POV I was no longer blind.For two long years, my world had been nothing but endless darkness. I had to rely on Steven for everything. But over the last few days, the heavy fog over my eyes began to thin. The pitch-black void softened into blurred shapes, then into soft sunlight, and finally into clear reality.I stood in the center of my bedroom, turning around slowly as tears of pure relief filled my eyes. I could see the subtle pattern of the wallpaper, the light streaming through the curtains, and the faint reflection of my own face in the mirror. I was going to get my life back.A wave of joy washed over me. All I thought of was Steven. His promises, and how he swore he would take care of me until we could finally stand together at the altar. I couldn't wait to surprise him. I picked up my wooden walking stick, running my fingers over the smooth surface. We were going to burn this stick together. It would no longer be a reminder of the dark times we had survived.Then I

Nina's POV Lacy scrambled up beside him, pointing a shaking finger at me. "She slapped me, Steven! She walked straight up to me and slapped me! I think she can see!"My heart thundered in my chest. They were both staring at me, terrified that their sick little secret had been caught out. If I admitted it now, Steven would lock me down, or worse. I wasn't ready to leave yet. I needed to play this right.I let my eyes fill up with instant tears. I blinked, letting them roll down my cheeks, and allowed my shoulders to shake like I was terrified. I stared blankly at the space between Steven's ear and the wall, letting my hands tremble in front of me."Steven?" I sobbed, my voice cracking with pure heartbreak and fear. "Is that you? What's going on?"Steven hesitated. He stepped closer and waved his hand directly in front of my eyes. I didn't flinch. I kept my gaze hollow, letting the tears fall right through his sightline."Nina, why did you drop the soup?" Steven asked, his voice still

Nina's POV My mother didn't come to the station to meet me. I had to pay a cab driver with the last bit of cash in my purse to drop me off at my childhood home.When I pushed open the front door, my mother and stepfather were sitting in the living room, shouting at each other over a stack of unpaid bills."You're finally here!" my mother barked, stepping over to me without a hug, without a drop of warmth. She grabbed my arm tightly, her fingers digging into my skin.She tried to drag me inside, assuming I was still blind. I pulled my hand away with a firm grip."Looks like you still have the memory of this place," she sneered, crossing her arms. "Where is your luggage? Why are you dressed like a beggar?""I brought what I could," I said, looking her dead in the eye without a cane or a tremor.My stepfather scoffed from the sofa, spitting on the floor. "A blind brat. You managed to stay useless to yourself and everyone else for two years. You look worse than when I last saw you.""Tha

Nina's POV A sudden, loud crash echoed through the ceremonial hall.The doors swung open, slamming violently against the walls. My hand jerked back off the Bible as my breath caught in my throat. My heart leaped straight into my mouth, hammering so wildly against my ribs I thought it would burst.‘Oh my god,’ I panicked, taking a fast step back from the altar. ‘They found out. Someone discovered I’m not Lora. They came to stop the ceremony!’A wave of dizzying terror washed over me. I gripped the edge of the altar table to keep my legs from collapsing under me. My eyes darted toward the entrance, expecting guards to point at me and shout that I was an imposter.Two bruised, disheveled men stumbled into the hall, breathing heavily. Behind them, four heavily armed Whitestone pack guards rushed in, weapons drawn, wrestling the intruders down onto the cold marble floor.The entire hall erupted into angry murmurs. The elders gasped, and the pack priest drew back in shock.Romeo didn't fli

Nina's POV I opened my eyes, and my hand immediately reached out across the vast mattress, searching for warmth.The bed was empty. The dark gray sheets beside me were cold and untouched.I sat up, pulling the blanket to my chest as I looked around the sunlit master suite. Romeo was nowhere to be seen. A small sigh escaped my lips. Last night, he explicitly told me that he was taking at least a week off from pack duties to spend time with his new bride. Yet, on our very first morning, I was waking up alone.While I sat there wondering where he could have gone, the door clicked open.Romeo walked in, freshened up and wearing a fitted black sweater that hugged his muscular frame. In his hands, he carried two steaming ceramic mugs."Good morning, my wife," Romeo said, his voice deep and smooth as he walked over to the side of the bed. He set one of the mugs on the nightstand beside me.My heart did a sudden, violent flutter. For the first time in my life, someone was pampering me like