Married A Handsome Billionaire When I Was Blind Novels & Stories

"It's been two years. Don't you think something would've taken by now?" 'Two years, huh…' Two years ago, there was the car accident that damaged my eyes. When I opened them again, my vision was never the same. All I could see were blurry shapes. Jared wrapped his arms around her with a smile, his gaze fixed on her stomach. "Vanessa is my wife. She's blind, so I still have to be tactful. But you are my beloved. Why would you be someone lesser?" Regina pouted and punched him softly. "Hmph. You're just saying that to make me happy.

“And this has to do with me?” “I want you to marry me.” The café seemed to tilt. She laughed. Loudly. “That’s insane.” He reached into his coat and placed a folded document on the table. A check. Her laughter died. The amount made her dizzy. Half a million dollars. “I’ll cover your mother’s medical bills,” he said. “All of them. Immediately. The rest is yours.” Her hands trembled. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” “That’s supposed to convince me?”

Her eyes shimmered with life, pure yet faintly seductive, making hearts flutter just to look at her. Ray chose that moment to explain calmly, "My ex-wife and I divorced five months ago." Oh. So that was it. Wait—no, that still didn't make sense. Even if Ray were single again, how could he possibly snag a top-tier beauty like this? Was this woman blind? Ray, considerate as ever, continued, "Three months before the disaster, I won 50 million dollars in the lottery. I quit my job, bought a lakeside villa by Mapleton Lake, and even got myself a hovercraft."

I found myself smiling and playing with the buttons of my shirt thinking about his kiss and touch. I wanted more of what we did and Luca seemed to be interested in me also. I couldn't believe I could have an interest in any man after my last heartbreak and Luca just…came into my life so suddenly, my life was starting to make sense. He was blind. An Alpha Werewolf. A billionaire. A drop-dead gorgeous man. I was so lucky.

How was this even possible? His expression soon turned ugly. He clenched his fist and looked like one who had eaten dog poop. His plans had backfired. *** Meanwhile Royalty had been dragged back from Dubai home. At first, he had refused to leave the bridge until he found his woman. But somehow he had gone blind. Grandmother was delighted by his blindness. He couldn't see so she snatched everything away from him and forced him to marry Ciara. " A blind man can't be king. You would run the company now with your blindness! "

This time Alessa patted his back. Alessa couldn’t help but smile to herself. A few months ago this billionaire was terrorizing her, taking away her company, her bed, her pride, but now, she couldn’t help but see that he was just another human being. It seemed the billionaire’s walls were crumbling down, Alessa just needed to verify if it was because of her. Maybe after he spills all of ‘her New York’ out of his system, she would interrogate him.

Outside, the city blurred into night; inside, the car hummed with a quiet that broke only when a notification buzzed on Elena’s phone—an alert of headlines and speculation already forming online. She opened it with hands that trembled only slightly and saw the first of the morning’s angles beginning to take shape. Her breath caught when she read a line that had begun its life as a whisper at the table and now sat bold and hungry on the screen: *“Billionaire’s bride: business move or true love?”*

I even wanted them to move the day forward but Mom refused to listen to me. It was finally the day, the day I got married to the stranger in the wheelchair but I didn't care much about that. What I cared about was the money for Nyla’s surgery. I was to get it after the wedding was over and I couldn't wait. It was like a slap to my face when I cried and begged for the money and I didn't get it was like a piece of my heart was torn out and ripped to shreds in my face. How could people I called my parent do that to me?

Without her consent, he had arranged for her to marry a man named Harry Anderson—a ruthless, paralyzed millionaire who had agreed to clear his debts in exchange for her hand in marriage. As if her father’s betrayal wasn’t enough, the man she had loved and trusted had also stabbed her in the back—with her own sister, no less. And now, here she was. Standing in front of the massive mansion that would be her new home. Beside a man who didn’t even want her there. “Stop standing there.” Arabella snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Harry. He had already entered the house without waiting for her—his newly wedded wife. She let out a quiet sigh, watching as his wheelchair rolled further inside.

“Paranoid? S… someone is out there trying to kill me and you think I am being paranoid? I don’t even know who to trust or turn to. I am seeing you for the first time and you know every shit about me and as if that was not enough, you ask that I marry you!” Lorenzo compressed his lips, suppressing his emotion as he stared at the woman in front of him. She was crying profusely and the only thing he could do was watch her. Deep down, he knew proposing to marry her was an outrageous idea, but it was the best he could do. If she agreed to marry him, it would be a win-win situation for them. After his accident which led him to the wheelchair eight months ago, he had been staying with his family ag