Adore His Blind Wife Novels & Stories

"After everything, I just told you... everything I’ve confessed, you still want to go through with this?" "Yes, Love. I'll still marry you. Everything will go on as it was supposed to go." I can't believe it. Was the truth always the key? My mother was right, and he loves me enough to let go of the past so we now can have a future. "But as far as Sebastian and my mother know, you are still blind... until we find a way out. OK?" I nod my head still processing everything I just lived. "Yes, yeah. My God, Christan I love you so much." I say as I kiss him, and he kisses me back yet quickly pulls away.

“They want proof that you’re still capable despite your blindness. They want to see stability. Someone to share your responsibilities with. So... I proposed marriage.” “Think about it,” he continued, his tone persuasive. “If you get married, it’ll restore their trust in you. It’ll buy you time—time to recover, time to hold your position.” His words echoed in my head. I paused, genuinely considering it. Then a scoff cut through the silence. “Don’t tell me you’re actually considering this.” I immediately recognized the voice—Elara. Her tone was sharp and disapproving. “What does that have to do with you?” I muttered, brushing her off.

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.

“Then I am sure he would kill me for betrayal, but I want to spend one night with you, handsome; I am sure your wife would know nothing about us.” She teased. “I am sorry, Miss. I am loyal to my wife, and there is no other girl in this world who could attract me as she does.” He arched his brow. “Is it? I don’t think she is so beautiful; it’s just you are obsessed with her,” Adele smiled devilishly. “Well, call it my love or obsession, but she is the one,” “And leaving her alone is not a good thing,” he slithered his tongue into her mouth while claiming her lips.

Ada asked before she could stop herself, “What will I want to do with a magazine full of half-naked girls?” “You love them, you like wearing things like that,” Tolu said, eyeing her How shallow has Joy been, she wondered, “Please, can we forget this issue and gist about something else?” “Did you know that Ade bought his wife a new Benz?” Tolu said excitedly, “The latest model, for that matter.” “Really?” Ada replied, not knowing exactly who Ade or his wife was “Ade and your husband are best friends. I wonder why he did not tell your husband about the car.”

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

I said. "Love is blind, Adeline. My first wife, Emily. She was a waitress in the bar where I go often, we met first time there when she was assigned our table and she spilled coffee on me. I was smitten by her and after dating her for an year, we got married." He told me about his wife, his first love with a serene smile on his face. I felt a tug in my heart for an unknown reason. I shouldn't be feeling in this way for this man. I have to stop myself from losing in the same lane.