From nurse to bride, Elara Jones never imagined her life would take such a dramatic turn. Desperate to escape her crushing debt, she accepts a job as the live-in nurse for Xander Blackbourne:, a billionaire CEO left blind and bitter after a tragic accident. But when Xander’s brother proposes a shocking solution to stabilize the family empire—a contract marriage—Elara finds herself trading her scrubs for a wedding ring. Xander is used to being in control, but his blindness has left him vulnerable and angry. The last thing he wants is a marriage of convenience, especially to the stubborn nurse who refuses to coddle him. Yet, as the two are forced to navigate their new reality, the lines between duty and desire begin to blur. In a world of opulence and power, Elara and Xander must confront their deepest fears and insecurities. Can a marriage built on necessity transform into something real, or will their pride and pasts keep them from finding love in the most unexpected place?
View MoreElara Kings“I will get married to you,” I announced in a tight voice, forcefully holding myself from tearing up and blinking vigorously.No, I was not going to give Cassian the pleasure of seeing my tears, he was not going to see the effect that his words had on me.But that seemed to be futile as I was already giving in to his demands now, wasn’t it?He gave a satisfactory nod in return,“It is decided then, you will get married in a week and Elara will represent you at the company until you recover,” he declared with a final tone.My skin prickled as Xander sat on his chair with his face forward, giving away no expression whatsoever.The atmosphere in the room was sickening, and I could not handle it any longer.“Is that all?” I cut in sharply.He turned his gaze to me with a measured look before nodding his head, just once.One imperceptible nod was enough for me, it was all I needed to storm out of the room.The walk back to my room was a struggle as rage bubbled within me and I
Xander Blackbourne“What are you talking about?”I had been lying in my room, staring into nothing but darkness and the endless void in my head, when the maid came to inform me that Cassian had arrived.I immediately located my wheelchair beside the bed and instructed the maid to wheel me down.On the way, I couldn’t help but wonder why Cassian hadn’t come straight up to see me like he usually did. If not for me, then what exactly was he here for?But just as the chair slowed to a stop around the corner, I heard his voice—his words snatching my attention instantly.“...marry my brother…”“Xander, you’re here,” he said, his tone shifting drastically from the one he had used with whoever else was in the room.“What are you talking about? What’s going on? And who are you talking to?” I asked, firing off questions without pause.At that moment, I was painfully reminded of how incapable my disability had made me feel.There was a pause, followed by the sound of feet shuffling across the fl
Normally, I would make use of this opportunity to gloat, to even tease him a bit for trying to act tough earlier, but I could not bring myself to.Maybe it was the pained tone he used or the obvious embarrassment in his expression. Either way, I made my way back to his form on the bed, gazing down at him with an amused smile.“You want me to… scratch your itch?”His jaw ticked for a moment as he paused, but then he spoke, looking visibly pained to say the words:“Yes.”I nodded to myself before moving to the bedside table where I had prepared something for this exact situation. Of course, I had expected the cast to itch at one time or another, so I had been expecting this moment.I grabbed the cool anti-itch spray before moving back to him, sitting in a comfortable position where I could easily access the cast.But as soon as I touched it, he visibly flinched away from me. “What are you doing?” he spat in alarm.I rolled my eyes at his reaction. “The cast is itchy, or is it not?” I
“How do you put up with him?” I asked with a distasteful expression, staring at the cook as I stood across from her at the countertop. The older woman was the only person that seemed interesting enough to engage in conversation with, among the house staff. She did not shake at the mention of the ‘master’ like the rest of the maids. For some reason, she looked… saddened at my question. “It’s what I get paid to do,” she answered shortly. I gave her a blank gaze, sensing that there was something more to it. With her skills, I’m sure that she could work anywhere else if she wanted. “Mr. Xander has not always been so…” “Infuriating?” I quickly supplied with raised eyebrows. She shook her head, pursing her lips. “I have worked in this house for a few years and he has not always been like this. He used to be much more considerate, but quiet. He never spoke to the staff except when he was making a request, always polite and kept to himself even after Mr. Blackborne’s death, but every
Elara The mansion was quiet, but it didn’t feel peaceful. It was the kind of silence that sat heavy in the air, thick with tension, like something was waiting to go wrong. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the suitcase I still hadn’t unpacked. Exhaustion pressed against my skull, but sleep wasn’t an option—not yet. This was only my first night here, and Xander Blackborne had already made one thing clear. He was going to make my life hell. I let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of my neck. I had worked with difficult patients before, but he was something else. Rude, sharp-tongued, impossible to deal with. But more than that, he was angry. Not just at me. Not just at his situation. At everything. Most patients struggled after an injury. They lashed out when they realized they had to rely on someone else. But Xander? He wasn’t just struggling—he was fighting like hell against it, like accepting help would be worse than losing his sight. A sharp knock at the door pulled
Elara Jones “We're here,” My eyes snapped to the window as we pulled into the sprawling driveway. The car slowed to a stop and Lincon shot me a glance with a smile, before stepping out of the car. I let out a sigh before mirroring his movements, however, before I could push the door open, it was already opened with the driver standing on the other side. With my eyes roaming, I stepped into the car, muttering a quiet “thank you,” to the young man. “Welcome to your new home!” Cassian announced beside me, grabbing my attention. I let out a silent scoff. “I would rather regard it as my place of work,” I retorted in the most polite tone I could muster at the present, which was not much. He looked amused at my demeanor for some reason. I realised then that he was hiring me with an offer I could not refuse, so I was to be more polite. Quickly composing myself, I fixed my expression and cleared my throat quietly. “Come along, the help will bring your things in,” and as if on cue,
Xander Blackborne. The first time I woke up to absolute darkness, it will haunt me forever. I remember, regaining consciousness on a soft surface, which I eventually learned was the hospital bed, with the beeping of the Jaret monitor echoing behind me. The first sensation I felt was my head banging as though it was being beat on like a drum. The next was pain, aching pain all over my body, yet when I opened my eyes, they refused to open. “Am I still unconscious? Dreaming?” Those were the thoughts that crossed my mind. My struggle might have alerted someone to my regained consciousness as the next thing I heard was the concerned voice next to me. “Xander? You're awake!” He said this with so much excitement that I wondered how long I had been in this state. Still feeling a bit groggy, I croaked, “What happened?” The last thing I remembered was leaving the house for the board meeting. “You were in an accident, don't you remember? You've been in a coma for over two week
004 “Where is my patient?” I asked the head nurse leaning forward in my seat across from her. “He was discharged last night, no?” She asked as if I was supposed to know. I shifted in my seat at the blank look she was giving me. Yet, not one word left my lips. I was not going to appear like a blubbering fool to my superior. “It is even good that you're here,” she started, rifling through her desk. “Here, this is your new schedule,” she passed me the sheet of paper. Without hesitation, I collected it. “If that is all, I will resume my duties now,” I announced, jumping out of the seat as if it was about to catch fire. “Yes, enjoy the rest of your shift,” I exited the office with a slight frown, scanning the schedule, it was similar to my previous shift schedule except for a few minor changes. Either way, I now had enough time to search for a part time job. So with a small smile on my face, I went about checking on the patients. After my eight hour shift, I dashed out of th
It had been two weeks since my ‘visit’ to the directors office and I have been taking care of the patient since. My regular eight hour shifts had been modified so that I could be with the patient, throughout the day and half of the night. I had been barely getting any sleep with how occupied I am and I spent most of my free hours on job searching. Turns out no reasonable enterprise was looking to hire someone for only half a night. The option for strip dancing was beginning to look more and more plausible as time went by. I let out a sigh, focusing on my task as I wrung out the warm towel and rubbed it on the man's stubble. Too bad he was a patient. He was quite an attractive man with his angular jaw, broad shoulders, muscled chest, narrowed waist, V- shaped torso- not that I was romanticising him or anything. I need this job too much to do that. Also it was just something about his aura, even unconscious he was… It was surprising that since he had been here, no partner or
“As I gaze into the fountain's waters, I feel a fleeting sense of peace- and wonder how long it would last.” My hands weave through the calm waves, the coolness washing over me. I know that I cannot stay for much longer, so I breathe in the fresh air one more time. My mind is free of thoughts, my body moving with a relaxed form of lethargy. And suddenly a shrill sound disrupts the peaceful silence. A glance at my chiming wrist watch informs me of what I have been expecting. “Back to work I guess,” I mutter underneath my breath as I rise from the marble bench, smoothening the creases in my dress. I turn on my heel and stride into the huge building, not bothering to spare another glance at my safe haven. It would not change anything anyway. And I was not one to be delusioned. I had a job to do and I could forget about peace the moment I stepped foot through the doorway. My feet lead me straight to the modern kitchen that was big enough to fit four rooms in. I had been in he...
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