Blind Wife Novels & Stories

Yet the cursed mate bond forced slick heat around him, betraying me completely. I sobbed brokenly beneath him as pleasure twisted sickeningly with the pain. My body clenched around his thick length against my will. “Pathetic,” Ryder hissed, fangs grazing my ear. “Already creaming on the cock of the man who hates you. You really are just a desperate little slut who stole her sister’s future.”

“I’m your wife.” The word made his stomach tighten. “You keep saying that,” he said carefully, watching her face. “But when I look at you… I don’t feel anything. Isn’t that strange?” Aria’s smile faltered for a split second. “It’s the memory loss, baby. It’ll pass.” “Maybe,” Darren murmured. He looked at her more closely. “Do you love me?” She blinked. “Of course, I do.” He tilted his head. “Then tell me something only we would know. Something that proves the bond you claim we share.”

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.

The butler remained expressionless, "Our young lady said if you come again, we'll call the police." Nathan's smile froze on his face. He looked up at my bedroom window in disbelief, as if asking why. I stood behind the curtain, watching the scene coldly. Once, I had loved him with all my heart, yet he had tossed me aside like trash. Now, I felt nothing but disgust and hatred for him. James and Nathan—one my former brother, the other my former fiancé—had once been the most important people in my life. Now they were like two drowned rats, ruthlessly turned away at my door.

She was waiting for me to tell her it was a bluff. "It’s not a bluff, is it?" she asked. "No," I replied. I closed the folder. "Helena doesn't do bluffs. She only does executions. She’s had this ready since the day you signed that marriage contract. She probably had it ready before Gideon even met you." "Why didn't Gideon tell me? Did he know about the medical records?"

As if he ever takes any one’s advice Vera cried in her heart as she went back into the office to take her hand bag. She knew that her journey to this place today was futile. Nothing has been achieved, and the young man was not ready to listen to any one. Bong Chelsea was half Asian and half European. She was engaged to be married to the son of the president of the country Z; Bon-Hwa Ren. Bon-Hwa Rohan was having conflict with Bon-Hwa Ren. Both men belonged to a social club named Big Brothers Club (BBC).

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

After we signed, she couldn't resist one last jab. "Kyle, from now on, I'm your boss's wife. First day at the company, I'm firing you. And this?" She waved a villa's property deed in my face. "That's a luxury villa in a gated community—mine. Look at you. No money, no talent, nothing. Being with you these past few years was torture." I just smiled as she flaunted the deed. She thought it was real. It wasn't—just a fake Fay had mailed her.

They, too, could get a taste of what it was like to have their lives stolen from them! "No, don't! Mr. Quill, please have mercy!" Belinda screamed as tears streamed down her face. "I don't want to marry someone with Alzheimer's! I love you, Mr. Quill! You feel the same for me, don't you? You can't be so cruel to me! I was only putting on an act when I whipped you that day—I'm actually very kind! You like that about me, don't you?" She crawled to Wilson and clung to his legs, hoping to summon even a shred of his pity. However, he kicked her aside without hesitation. "You're disgusting!"

A hungry, manic light seems to have seeped into his expression, and I already know what he’s thinking. I suppose at least this whole marriage arrangement will keep Colin away from Ivy. “I can only hope Sylvia is as devoted to her marriage!” My mother says, shifting her focus to my sister. “How are you feeling, dear?” “I don’t know,” Sylvia replies quietly. “It’s weird that I don’t know him. Or anything about him. Or anything at all, really.” Across from her, she and Beta Wilson keep meeting each other’s gazes, then ducking away. As far as I know, neither of them have rejected the other. Their mate bond is still intact.