Adore His Blind Wife Novels & Stories

“You’re just like your father. Same goddamn eyes. Same weakness. Your mother was stupid enough to follow him.” The words hit something raw inside me. Something I had buried so deep I hadn’t thought it existed anymore. I spat back without thinking: “Maybe that’s why she mates with him instead of you. She still has his mark.” For a second, his eyes widened with shock. Then the next blow landed, and I hit the ground hard, knees scraping marble as I forced myself not to cry. “Get out of my sight,” he snarled, shaking his hand like I’d hurt him. “You’re nothing, Adrian. Remember that.”

“Grace… I’m sorry. I should have protected you better. He’s a devil. He planned all of this.” Adrian’s laugh was low and dangerous. He kissed my neck possessively, sucking hard enough to leave a mark right there in front of everyone. “Plan or not, she’s my wife now,” he growled. “And tonight, I’m going to consummate this marriage so thoroughly she’ll forget your name.” The tension in the hall was suffocating. My friends were crying. Eric was bleeding. And I was trapped in the arms of the devil I had just married. Adrian tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his burning gaze.

He held a silver-tipped cane in his right hand, standing with a rigid, imposing posture that radiated pure power and absolute coldness. The quiet whispers of the high-society crowd buzzed in Avery's ears as she walked. "Poor girl, marrying a cripple..." "He used to be a genius, now he’s just a blind monster..." "I heard he’s ruthless. The accident made him completely mad..." Avery blocked them out, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Step by step, she forced her legs to move toward the altar. When she finally reached him, her hand was trembling violently.

"Wouldn't a blind man be easy to win over? If he can't see, then he won't care about looks. He must think that personality is more important." "There are perks to being with a blind man. You don't have to worry about him watching slutty women." "If we could turn back time, I would refuse the cornea donation for my husband. Now, he's just at home all day. He's spent several hundred thousand dollars on sending virtual gifts to those slutty women!" "How could you put up with something like that? You'd better hurry up and get divorced." "I've realized that Madam's livestream is filled with lovestruck fools."

Kate straightened the blanket that was still messy before finally opening her eyes. The corners of her lips lifted into a small smile as she remembered what had just happened. She felt that she had succeeded in driving Javier even further away from his wife. Kate had been worried when Javier suddenly began prioritizing Nora. But it turned out that, with nothing more than a little whining and seduction, Javier always came back to her again and again. That blind woman had never truly been able to hold on to her husband’s attention.

Because of drunkenness, she had the courage to do her lewd act. “Sunshine, stop it!” he sternly scolded his wife when her palm caressed his bare chest. Instead of following the man’s order, Sunshine wrapped her hands around his waist. He was standing at the edge of the bed so she had to look up to see his grumpy face. Adrian caught his own breath when his wife’s chest came close to his stomach. He tried to resist the strange heat that suddenly enveloped his manhood. The wife is not herself and he does not want to take advantage of that.

Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, tracked the pair on the dance floor as if no one else in the room existed. Adrian. Jannah. Her brother looked every inch the devoted husband, his tall frame angled protectively toward his wife, his expression softened in a way that made bile rise in Celine’s throat. He was blind—so blind it was almost laughable. The crowd saw romance, loyalty, power dressed in elegance. But Celine saw weakness. She saw the tightening grip of a man desperate to believe in the illusion he had created.

My vision sharpened—still blurry around the edges, but the world was no longer a smear of color. Inside the folder was a document — and a photograph of me. I read its contents carefully. “You want to train me?” I asked. “I don't understand.” “Yes.” Kimberly crossed her arms. “Your husband is either with the Mafia… or not real at all.” “I’m not lying,” I hissed. “He hasn’t hurt anyone.” “Stop defending him,” Kimberly said sharply. “He drugged you until you were blind. That’s not love.” I looked down at the picture in my hands — the soft wrinkles behind the thick-rimmed glasses, the small smile, the arm around my waist.

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

“I’m staying here because this is my place too. I’m your wife, Zeden. And you’re going to accept that. You’re going to learn to live with it because this is your reality now. This is fact. You’re going to keep seeing my face every single day. You’re going to hear our children’s voices. You’re going to feel them near you whether you like it or not. There’s nothing you can do about it. Nothing! Let that sink into that stubborn head of yours!” He turned around instantly. Even through the bandage, I could feel the darkness rolling off him — so thick it sent a chill down my spine. But I stood my ground, refusing to shrink. He clapped slowly, mockingly. “That was so brave, little wife. So fucking