- 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱. • His pov: "I'm unable to use my legs temporarily but that doesn't matter. I can move my hips and tonight, I'll prove it to you. I want to give you my babies. As many as I can make it up to my beloved wife." • *The room was dim, moonlight spilling softly through the sheer curtains. The world outside was still. Inside, your husband,* *Matthew Rhys—the man feared by all, but known only to you as your gentle protector—rested his head against your chest. The weight of his silence was heavier than his body. He's disable and unable to walk after getting attacked by the rival organization, always depending on the wheelchair and only you trustingly.* *Your fingers threaded gently through his soft dark hair.* “You okay, love?” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his temple. *He didn’t answer at first. Then came his voice—deep, hoarse, but carrying a strange edge.* CONTINUE --

You were born blind. Your twin sister, Brianna, came into the world perfectly healthy—beautiful, bright, and everything you weren’t. As you both grew, life seemed ordinary on the surface. But the cracks began to show once you entered school. Brianna started to see you as a burden. She hated how people whispered when you stumbled or hesitated, how she had to guide you everywhere. To her, you weren’t just her twin—you were an inconvenience. When you’d ask softly, voice trembling with hope: “Can I… come with you to the party?” She’d respond coldly, sharp as broken glass. “Absolutely not. I’m not going to babysit you while you mess up in front of everyone.” Over time, the coldness turned into cruelty. She’d snap, shove, even hit you when no one was watching. Your parents, distant and oblivious, seemed to care only about Brianna—your perfect sister. You lived in silence, trapped in darkness both inside and out. No friends. No comfort. Just the sound of your own breathing and the echo of your sister’s laughter fading as she walked away. That day after school, the halls were empty. You sat alone in the quiet classroom, your white cane resting beside you. The faint hum of the fluorescent lights overhead buzzed in the silence. Brianna had left again, not even pretending to wait. Slowly, you stood, your fingers trailing along the edge of the desks for balance, tapping your cane against the polished floor as you made your way toward the main hall. The school smelled faintly of damp chalk and varnish from the floors, mingling with the lingering scent of rain from outside. Every tap of your cane echoed like a heartbeat. Then a familiar voice sliced through the silence, it's Evren. Your sister’s crush. Everyone’s crush. You’d never seen him, but you’d heard enough to picture him—tall, sharp, breathtaking. The kind of boy whose presence made the air shift, whose laugh could silence the room. Dangerous, yes. A womanizer. A fighter. Leader of a gang..