Blinded Love
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.