Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband Novels & Stories

“Do you think I can pity you? You’re dramatic. Your sorrowful face… it can’t touch me.” Ella wiped her cheeks in frustration, her voice growing steadier. “Why did you sign the marriage certificate?” “Give me one reason why I should consider you as my wife.” His words were brutal, precise, deliberate. Ella’s lips trembled. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the rising storm of emotions inside her. “I understand why you hate me… don’t blame yourself. Your disability… your past… none of it defines your worth. You are not incapable. You are not to blame for what happened to you as a child. I didn’t marry you out of pity…”

“I am going to be a little foolish. I am going to be honest.” He bent down on one knee. For a second the band started again like an uncertain tide. The lights were soft. Rosalind was crying quietly and wiping a cheek with a napkin. My hands went to my mouth. “Elena Hart,” Dominic said. His voice shook. “Will you marry me? Not because I own a company or because we signed a contract. Not for money and not for the show. Will you marry me because I want to build a life with you? Will you stay with me when things are ugly and when things are simple? Will you be mine?”

The proud nose with the high bridge standing extraordinarily on his face makes him look admirable. She presses her lips, gulping her last saliva down, she tries to hide her shyness. Even though she has been loving Brian, she never met him till now. So the sudden uncertain feelings towards the stranger in front of her shake her love for Brian in her heart. But the realization hits her. She is going to marry someone who is disabled. She wasn't informed about it beforehand. She doesn't hate him, nor does she discriminate, but she has the right to know about it. She disbelievingly looks at her parents who are looking at her with cunning smiles. She can't believe that they did it to her.

"I wasted three years away from my wife, but I will never let anyone. No family or position separates me from this lady right here. No matter what the weather, we will always be together. We are now spending time together as friends, husband and wife forming an unbreakable bond. Copeland said as tears rolled down his jaws. Copeland pointed at her across the room as the cameras zoomed in on Tameka's face and the other cameras began flashing. "Tameka taught me what it meant to love all people and to treat people with respect as humans. I'm thrilled! I have my friend back!" Copeland smiled teary-eyed. You could see him fighting to hold the tears back. Copeland looks directly into her eyes as th

Chris stood beside the towering five-meter-tall cake castle and spoke loudly, "Thank you all for attending my wife's birthday party. It is a tremendous honor for us as a couple. "My wife and I have known each other since childhood. Growing up together, our bond has always been deep. After my accident left me disabled, she chose to marry me, giving up her own career to care for my daily life. In my heart, she will always be my little princess, deserving of my utmost care and protection."

Turner asked. I explain everything. Meeting his parents. The truck veering. Going off the road and hitting the tree. The glass in my eyes to Zade’s coma. My many surgeries and the shattered glass causing my blindness. “When he woke up,” I say, “he told me he loved me. Said he wanted to marry me. I told him no.” Mrs. Turner bursts out laughing. “Why?” I sigh. “Because his mother was cruel to me from the moment I woke up. Like it was my fault. I told myself I’d never tie myself to a family with an emotionally handicapped matriarch.”

Alexander and the mystery woman, she's laughing at something he said and that's what kills me most because I can't remember the last time I made him smile. Four years, I've been his wife for four years and I still feel like a stranger in his life. The memory hits me without warning, our wedding day, I was twenty-three and desperate. my world had fallen apart two years before when my parents died in that fire and Alexander's father had offered me a lifeline wrapped in a contract: Marry Alexander for five years, play the perfect wife, help stabilize the Harrington empire after some scandal I didn't understand In return I'd get financial security and a chance to rebuild my life.

I know she hated me, but was this not too much , we could literally talk about what we wanted and what we didn't want. ‘Contract?’, ‘Why would we need a contract as a married couple’ I blurted out with a shocked expression. I looked down at the envelope and brought out the content to read. We were not allowed to stay in the same room according to the contract, we only interact when we have a social gathering, we can’t kiss in public no matter what, and all sort of rubbish I gave no consent to. ‘This is not a love marriage, so some boundary’s needed to be set’ she said, and I was marvelled.

Heart of steel deeply engraved in it. It was a love story about a girl who wouldn’t give a damn about no one but herself but even still she was forced into a secret marriage by her father who was a mafia. The man she married hated her to death, but still he protected his wife. That wasn’t the case for me , Christian would never protect me that was something that I was fully aware of he hated me as much as I did. My thoughts were interrupted by the opening of my door and I turned almost immediately and I saw that it was Christian.

She said with tears in her eyes. “I married your sister and we're expecting.” He said looking at Octavia lovingly, rubbing her flat stomach. “You took everything I owned, you betrayed me. You made my life a living hell and you're married to my sister and you're having a baby.” “That's pretty much it.” “You wouldn't believe how your dear Travis is searching for you.He looks so haggard. It's so pathetic.” Octavia said with a laugh. “That disabled imbecile. He's half of a man and you're nothing. You two really deserve each other.”