Livia's POV…..
Today was my wedding day...
I wished I could run away but here I was walking fown the aisle, trying to ignore all the whispers that followed me as I walked to the altar.
"Such a pretty girl marrying him…"
"That's not Clara Virelli."
"Poor girl…"
"She's the one marrying him?"
I kept my head down as I walked, my hands clenched tightly around the bouquet. Each step felt heavier than the last, like I was walking toward something I couldn't escape.
Well literally I couldn't
The church was filled with people, Important people.
Rich powerful people all watching me, some were judging me and some looked at me with outright pity.
I swallowed hard, forcing my breathing to remain steady.
I could feel tears pricking my eyes.
Don't cry.
Not here.
Not now.
At the end of the aisle was the man I was about to marry.
Lucian Kingsley.
I looked up at him for a moment and everything else faded away.
All I could see… was him.
He sat in a wheelchair, exactly as they had said.
But that didn't prepare me for what I saw.
He wasn't what I expected not even close.
He was—
My breath caught.
Tall, even seated in the wheelchair, he was tall and his frame was broad.
He was ripped, his suit fit him perfectly and he looked like he just walked right out of a magazine cover.
His hands rested on the arms of the wheelchair, his long fingers were relaxed but firm.
He looked strong, not weak or fragile like I thought.
And his face…
His face was sharp and defined, he was strikingly handsome and I almost gasped at his beauty.
He looked dangerous and his eyes were a bright green color but they were wide and unblinking.
Right, he was blind
They stared straight ahead, empty of focus… yet somehow intense enough to make my heart stutter.
I quickly looked away, my pulse quickening.
This man was not what I imagined.
"Keep moving," my stepmother hissed under her breath beside me.
I forced my legs to move, one step then another.
Until I was standing in front of him close enough to see the faint tension in his jaw.
Close enough to notice the subtle rise and fall of his chest.
Close enough to feel something shift in the air between us.
For a brief moment, I wondered if he could hear my heartbeat.
If he could feel how nervous I was or If he cared.
The officiant began speaking, his voice smooth and echoing through the hall, but I barely heard a word.
My attention stayed on the man in front of me on Lucian Kingsley.
Soon it was time to exchange vows
"Do you Miss Livia Virelli take Mr Lucian Kingsley to be your husband?
I looked at Lucian Kingsley and looked at the crowd, My stepmother was glaring at me
Now or never Livia
"I do." I said calmly
"Do you Mr Lucian Kingsley take Miss Livia Virelli to be your wife"
"I do." He said his voice low and deep, it sent a faint chill down my spine.
And just like that it was done, I was married.
"It is my honor to present to you… Mr. and Mrs. Kingsley."
The crowd clapped and cheered but my mind was spinning, I was now a wife.
I didn't look at the crowd or even look at my family.
I only glanced once more at the man beside me.
My new husband Lucian Kingsley and for the first time… i felt something close to fear.
The reception passed in a blur, I was beside Lucian throughout the night and faces came to congratulate us, I stood through it all putting on a fake smile
By the time the night began to wind down, I was exhausted, not just physically but emotionally too.
I was Completely drained.
"Take her upstairs," someone said i didn't even know who, I just followed silently not caring to say goodbye to my family one last time.
The room they led me to was large it was covered in light pink and white walls, the bed was very huge and soft.
Everything looked and smelt expensive.
I stood near the edge of the bed, my hands clasped together as I tried to steady my breathing.
This was it.
The part everyone expected the part I wasn't ready for.
What was I supposed to do?
What did he expect?
Did he expect anything at all?
I was still panicking inwards when the door opened, I froze and looked at the door, it was Lucian.
He was pushing his wheelchair through the door but it wasn't moving it seemed stuck.
Is this the part i kick him and grab my bag fleeing forever?
Without thinking, I stepped forward.
"Wait—"
The word slipped out before I could stop it.
I moved closer, reaching for the door and holding it open wider.
"There," I said quietly.
He paused just for a moment the he pushed forward again, this time without obstruction.
I stepped back as he entered fully, closing the door behind him.
Silence settled between us, I just agree at him I didn't know what to say.
So I did the only thing that felt right.
"Do you… want help?" I asked softly.
Silence then a second, he gave a small nod.
I moved carefully, approaching him with slow, deliberate steps.
My hands hovered for a moment before I gently touched the handles of the wheelchair.
He didn't pull away or react he just sat stiffly So I guided him toward the bed.
When we reached it, I hesitated again.
"I—um…"
My heart was racing now.
"I'll help you onto the bed."
He didn't respond but he didn't stop me either.
Carefully, I helped him shift my breath hitched slightly as I steadied him, lowering him onto the mattress.
For a brief moment, our hands brushed, it was just a small contact but it sent a shockwaves through me.
I quickly pulled back.
"There," I said softly.
He was already lying still again, his expression unreadable.
I swallowed hard.
My pulse still hadn't slowed.
This was awkward, too awkward.
I need to take a bathe and get out of this dress, he was blind so I could take off my clothes here and just walk into the bathroom.
So…
I reached for the zipper of my dress and unzipped it all the way down.
If he couldn't see, then it didn't matter.
Right?
The soft sound of fabric shifting filled the silence as I began to undo it, my hands trembling slightly.
I was so nervous.
I took off the dress snd my bra followed I was just about to take off my panties when
"Can you not undress in front of me?" Lucian snapped
I froze the words didn't make sense.
Not at first.
Slowly… very slowly… I turned.
Lucian hadn't moved from the bed, he still lay there.
"I may be disabled," he continued, his tone even, "but I'm still a man."
My heart slammed violently against my chest, something wasn't right.
My breath hitched because in that moment…
Bright green eyes blinked and stared right at me
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