Marshall Love Is Blind Girlfriend Novels & Stories

"I was the first one here. We played together, thick as thieves. But then, you got seven flashy foster brothers in your house and forgot about me." He sighed theatrically, "If it weren't for my persistence, bribing the money-hungry Steve, and getting him to place my 'blind box' at the top, our marriage wouldn't have been so smooth." Steve passed by with a glass, and overhearing that, he nearly tripped and spilled his wine on a guest. He glared at Richard, his expression a mix of shock and betrayal, as if saying, "I helped you, and you ratted me out?"

"You're so quick to judge me, but it's not like you're any better. Weren't you after Eric because he's rich? And yet, you call it true love." Lila paled before flushing. She pointed at me with a trembling finger. "You're a horrible woman, Gina." I shook my head. "Not as horrible as Eric. He's the one who pushed his girlfriend into another man's arms, treating me like some disposable object. Isn't that worse? "Lila, Jonah is my boyfriend now, and he'll stay that way. Whether you can hold on to Eric is on you. I'm not here to compete with you, nor will I sabotage you. So, you can relax."

At least if I am accepting the alliance he is forcing down my throat then I should have the liberty to do what the heck I want. I don't give a shit anymore. The marriage contracts had been signed just a couple of days ago, and I can vividly remember the short flash of expression that crossed Maya's face before she signed the papers – uncertainty. But she still signed it anyway. I am sure in her little mind she is assuming just like most dumb women do that I will eventually change along the way and miraculously come to love her. I am sorry darling, you most definitely signed off your own doom. My heart already belongs to another.

“It’s psychotic. And if you think you’re going to succeed in coming between me and my fiance, you best believe you’re fucking wrong, Layla.” Her fingers brushed the side of my throat. “Don’t lie to me and say you didn’t think about me, Mav. I’m the only woman who ever truly knew you.” “Iris knows me.” It came out weak. Even I didn’t believe it. Layla laughed mockingly, probably realizing the same thing. “Please. Your little girlfriend doesn’t know a thing.” She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “But I do. I know what your darkness tastes like. I fucking loved it.”

"Tell me... you are fully aware that I am blind, correct? You know what you signed up for?" "I know," Avery whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. If only you knew I'm not the girl who signed that contract, she thought, swallow hard. "I can help you. I... I don't mind taking care of you." "Good." Damien’s hand reached out, his long fingers brushing against her bare shoulder, sending a sudden, searing jolt of heat straight down her spine. "Because a good wife shouldn't keep secrets from her husband. And she certainly shouldn't remain tense in her own home."

Luckily, Michael reminded her, or else she might end up talking nonsense again. Although Edward James did not see Clara, the woman sitting with him saw her. The woman looked straight at Clara when she was still looking at him. It startled Clara. On the contrary, her body began to heat up and her mood was uneasy as if she had just been caught by the woman doing her bad deeds. “I thought you said you’d heard of Edward James, so you should know.” Clara wanted to forget what had just happened, so she talked to Michael. “Know what?” “Edward James is a blind man. He’s blind so he can’t see me.”

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

If I wanted clarity, I had to listen. Red sat down across from me, fingers interlaced, gaze locked directly on mine. I noticed something strange—he barely blinked. Through all this talking, I’d only seen him blink once. Didn’t his eyes hurt? “I’m looking for a woman who can pretend to be my girlfriend for three months,” he said finally. “Someone who won’t fall for me. I don’t want any commitment—ever again.” “Then why are you looking for a fake girlfriend? You after some kind of inheritance or something?” I asked, arching a brow.

However, with Stella's previous association with Marshall creating a buzz, the Moores did not know what to think. Group chats started buzzing with messages. "Mr. Moore, are you dating a celebrity?" A new assistant, curious while delivering documents, asked Marshall. He looked at them with a gentle gaze and said, "We're just friends." The assistant felt somewhat disappointed. "I thought you were together. Don't you like her?" Marshall paused and lowered his eyes. "I do," he whispered. Suddenly, his phone rang. Marshall was annoyed to see Ariel telling him about another blind date she had set up for him.

Beatrice calmed down and said to Mable, “Blair and I have known each other for more than ten years. He has feelings for me. “Mable, you know what? Blair asked me here today. He said he had something important to tell me.” ‘He must’ve seen the pictures I sent him and now knows Mable’s true colors. So, he’s finally going to listen to Uncle Luke and Aunt Martha and marry me instead.’