MY HUSBAND IS A BLIND*

PROLOGUE She is rich, beautiful, sexy and kind hearted. But despite her beautiful life she only lives as a simple woman who dreams of having a simple life and freedom. The type you can do is what you want. But on the other hand, his dreams for herself will be fulfilled if she is married to a man she does not know and the worst of it is that she does not love. Especially in a cold hearted Casanova King is none other than Sean Darryl Villacorte. The son of one of the most richest people in the world. He is cold, Casanova and a young businessman at the age of 26. There is no mercy or say that we have no heart. She bought her almost every hour. Will Fhara even have a happy ending in her love story or will her life be miserable with her future husband? But what if they fall in love to each other? Will they give hearts or forever to be afraid of being hurt Let's their love story begin!

"Good day to all of you! I am here to bring a news from the director of Kenque University, Mr.Raymond Kenque." What is the need for this King anyway? Is all the penalty he imposed on innocent creatures? "Because you don't know the language of English I will just listen--" "Stop it. It ignored me and just kept going. " It will start at midnight, so everyone who wants to study will be prepared and practiced. Long words sir. The gentleman left with the guards. Contest? Psst..kokohan. I know that King just wants to see us kill in front of him. "Hera !!" Vien shouted. It ran to me while waving. “Oh why?” I asked. "Let's go hehe! I want to study at the Palace Hera ... Let's go!" Vien said excitedly. I like it but I'm sorry and "I don't want to." I replied. I was walking away but he pulled me out. "Ehhhhhh ... easy naaaa heraaaa! Sometimes I just get along with you ehhh ... alright naaaaaaaaa" Vien. "Stop Moko Vien. You know I don't want to get involved in that palace ... we're just going to die there so I don't want to." And walked away. It wasn't a nail when I heard Vien yelling. The kulet really -.-. "I listed you so you can't do anything wahahaha" tsk. Headache. ------------------- • Continuation will be in the comments. • --------------------------- • |

"Let's stop this madness, Phen ..." I promised Stephen, my boyfriend. After a few minutes we were just sitting here in the plaza chair and I was in a distance when I invited him here to 'min. I felt like he was stuck beside me because of what I said. "Gianna ... B-why?" "It's simple, I don't want to ..." I said no emotion. The moment I said that, he immediately went in front of me and knelt down. I beg you to look at her and meet her gaze on me. "No, I will not. I will not allow, dear. Tell me, did I do something wrong ---" "You did nothing wrong, Phen ..." I replied to him and he still didn't look in the eye. Because by the time I did that, I might retreat and not make the plan to break up with her. 'You did nothing wrong, Stephen. I have something wrong. I have the problem. ' I promise in 'king mind. I don't want to spend it anymore, because I know that the longer I get, the more I will hurt her. "So, why? Why, dear? Why? I know, you won't ask and say it for no reason ..." he said as he held my two hands and the voice pleaded . "Do you want a reason? Of the reason?" "Yes, dear. I want to know ---" "Okay, fine. I don't love you and I never love you."

PROLOGUE: A woman who has long lived in the world of men since her eyes open, A woman who has long lost the world to which she deserves, A woman who does not believe in the word "magic" A woman with a beauty and a loving woman What if this woman had the powerful power of all. What if he discovered his personality. Is he responsible for it or not? Meet her . . . . . . . . . . . Her name is ayesha dem harrien "the long lost powerful princess"

PROLOGUE "Amara Celestine Fuentes!" I was nervous to hear Dad's voice in my room. I was faster to get down from the blanket I had linked to get down from the window of my room. When my feet fell to the ground, I was surprised and I saw Papa looking at me too. "Bye, Papa" I smiled and waved at him and picked up my wallet that fell to the ground. "Amara, come back here!" It shouted but I just shook my head. "You can't leave, you're married tomorrow!" "I don't want to get married!" I shouted and began to run away. He called me but I didn't bother to turn around. I raised my hand to the air and waved again even though I was running. "Armando, chase Amara!" My eyes widened when he heard what he had said as I walked home. Sh*t! They didn't have to be overwhelmed because I was really*really*around when I was in a bad mood. I slipped into the hole from the bamboo fence. I always go through it every time I run away from Papa. This road is out of the road where there are many passing vehicles. I ran even more so that I could get them out because I knew they would look for me on the highway. When I reached the road, I wrapped my hands on the passing vehicles. No one stops at all so I'm dancing to the twitter. There was a vehicle to go again so I stopped in the middle of the road. I was still very tight because I was as low as it was speeding. I was surprised to hear a series of bushes. Seeing it stopped, I quickly ran the driver's seat and knocked on the window. It opens right away. "Are you d*mn crazy?!" She immediately gave me a hug but I didn't pay attention to her anger. "Help me!" I have a promise. It just grabbed me by the forehead. "I'm not buying your act, Woman" It has driven the car's engine so I'm more in shock. "Someone is chasing me! Please, help me!" I begged him. "I saw a lot of people like you doing this just to fool the innocent. I'm not stup*d to fall in your trap" he promised. He was about to leave the car again but I hung half of my body in the air. It was blown away by the panic. "I'm not cheating on you! There are those who are chasing me and when I get caught by them they will definitely kill me" I forced myself to make myself more believable. "H-don't you help me? When something goes wrong with me ---" "Ride!" I stopped talking when he opened the door to the passenger seat. I smiled secretly because my acting seemed effective. I left the window of his car and immediately boarded the passenger seat and closed the door. It was driving away so I turned to our place. I saw Armando there too, so the wind blew me away. It seemed like a thorn in the chest. He didn't hold back the whole trip. I was just looking out the window and thinking about where I was going today. I have no friends who can stay home. I don't like my relatives either. His cellphone rings so I look at his behavior. She pressed her ear white. "Mr. Fuentes' daughter is missing? So, the wedding is off. That's a great news" I returned the look to the window because of what he said. I was so blurred and stuck in my seat. I secretly bitten my lower lip and shook my arm. I ran away so the wedding would not continue but here I am now in the car of the person who seems to be marrying me. I bowed my head and shook my palm. I think, I'm totally doomed! ---

My hands trembled when I heard the opening of the car I was riding. There was a cloth covered in my mouth and I couldn't breathe. "Can you do that?" A man taught me. My companion grabbed me and rubbed my arm and thigh. I want to cry but I hold back. I might be slapped again. "This'll do. Take that to the mansion," I was returned to the carriage and moved to wherever I was taken. I work in a beer house as a waitress. In the town there are missing women every night but also returned after a few days. Some of them do not remember. I could hear my heartbeat because of the overwhelming. A few hours later my car stopped. The man pulled me out and pulled me to a large mansion. I was swallowed when we entered. I looked at the big door behind me. I want to go home. We went up to the second floor. I just stooped down the whole time I was in the mansion. Concerned with what happens. We entered a large room and knelt down. "You two, leave." I heard a man say. I heard the two men leave me and shut the door. I was still bowing and I could see someone knelt in front of me. She moaned as she grabbed my back hair and raised my head to close our eyes. "You're too good looking for a waitress in a beer house. Are you really not an escort?" asked it and examined my face. My forehead twitched. Escort? Really? He smelled my neck and kissed it softly. "And you smell really good." My feathers rose as this man did! M*nyak ba toh? "You'll do good pretending to be my wife," she pulled my hair out and stood up. Wife? What- Before I could protest, I had a fragrant smell that dropped my lid.

Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.

To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"

"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."

In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.

Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.

"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.