Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband Novels & Stories

My wrists were bound, making it impossible for me to free myself. While I claimed Valentino as my husband, the truth was he was merely my contracted husband. “Would he even care if he knew I was in danger? Would he bother to intervene?” I thought to myself. We had a transactional agreement, centered around his desire to save me from my father’s debt. Any notion of him coming to my rescue or feeling responsible for my safety seemed far-fetched. I had to find a way out of this situation on my own. .

Before she passed out, what appeared in front of her was the scene of Nicholas covered in blood. Perhaps in other people's eyes, it was nothing, but for Martha, it was shocking. Their marriage was a family marriage. Although Nicholas seemed to be modest and polite to her on the surface, she knew better than anyone else that it was not love, but his responsibility. Because in his heart, there was only one woman from beginning to end, that was Sandrino's birth mother. His love for her was the kind of love that loved her to the bone, and from beginning to end, it was only a responsibility for her.

“That’s the thing about wounds—they don’t have to heal perfectly to stop hurting. But you have to let someone treat them, or they’ll fester.” Ethan shook his head, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “Why do you care so much? I’m just some crippled man you were forced to marry. You don’t owe me anything.” Her expression softened, and she knelt again, placing a hand over his. “You’re not just some crippled man, Ethan. You’re my husband. And whether you believe it or not, I see more in you than you see in yourself.” Her words were like a balm to his wounded soul, but they also terrified him. How could she see anything worth saving when all he saw were the broken pieces of a man who had lo

“Jen, if your injury is severe, stay home and rest for a few days. I’ll get the private doctor to check on you. Your wedding with Justin is in a few days, so don’t running around to do commercial shoots anymore.” Jenny felt happier, and the fall she took did not seem to be as painful anymore. In reality, she just had a minor fall, which dirtied her clothes. It was nothing serious. She nodded slightly, and her voice sweet to the point of being coy. “Okay, Daddy.” She was filled with smug satisfaction. What could be more humiliating for Amy than marrying a disabled man? One had lost her chastity and gotten pregnant before marriage. Meanwhile, the other was a disabled playboy.

"That man is the groom, right? Where is his bride?" The staff member glanced at her and responded carelessly. "She didn't show up at the right time and still is running late. I heard it was because she couldn't deal with her husband's disability." Valeria could feel his pain and tilted her head towards the staff boy. "And he's been waiting here all this time? Quite resilient." She remarked while the staff member nodded. The wheelchair-bound groom was facing away from Valeria, and they were a fair distance apart. She couldn't see his expression, but she understood the pain of being left alone.

“Why are you not saying anything?” Of course, he could not. He was also shocked to see his cousin standing on his two feet. Surprise had made his body stiffen, and he struggled to stare at his cousin. But he had seen the results, the doctors had declared him permanently paralyzed. How did it change? Around them, the whispers that filled the room only increased. “That is Alejandro Mendoza, the most eligible bachelor. Was he not involved in an accident?” “How is he walking?” “I’m not sure we can call him a bachelor anymore. That lady looks like his wife.”

I cut in sharpl. “You brought another woman into our marital home and called her your ‘real love.’ So don’t you dare… preach to me about cheating.” “That’s different! Do you know how hard it is to be married to someone who’s crippled? It’s…” “Oh, so now you’re the victim?” I laughed softly, not missing the way Vivian narrowed her eyes behind him. “Don’t twist this!” Henry barked. He stepped forward, wild-eyed. “You’re doing this because of that clause. Because my father made it so I can’t divorce you. You’re trying to punish me…”

How could she want to spend the rest of her life with a half-dead like him? No one wants a disabled husband who could not work or provide her with anything. He could not even reply to her small talk or protect her from harm. He was just someone who was incapable and at the mercy of others. Javier's esteem reached its lowest point. How could he ask that woman to stay with him and bear the burden of taking care of him? When in reality, they were just strangers. She was forced to stay with him in this pitiful situation bounded by the so-called marriage. Of course, she would want to escape from this horrible situation if an opportunity was presented.

I wasn’t be able to get up on the ground when I started to fell in love with her. With Blaire in my arms, when I was a bedridden man, she didn’t leave. She stayed for me. She took her responsibility as wife. She didn’t even made a wrong decision upon choosing me. She was the one who helped me, to wake me up from the reality. Being a crippled man is not a hindrance not to stand up on your own. For now, I am ready to enter the new chapter of my life with Blaire, with our kids too. This is the most unforgettable moments, unforgettable memories of my life.

She resumed in scolding me, but my mind wandered elsewhere. It was easy for her to accept all of this. My older brother, who is also her boyfriend, is also her mate. They’ve been in love since high school. It wasn’t so hard to accept the mate bond when it was the person you were in love to begin with. I, on the other hand, will probably be mated with a complete stranger, which terrifies and irks me at the same degree. I shook my head and groaned, “This is a disaster. I can’t do it.”