All Chapters of Blinded By Love: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"Where are you taking me?" I asked as I watched his angry profile, taking in all of his gorgeousness, down to the point of his neck where my mother's scarf peeked through."Home." That was the only thing he told me, and he stayed in silence all the way back to my apartment building. He entered the garage, got out, and opened the door for me. Still, no words were spoken. I took out my key card and opened the elevator while he pressed the floor button. The silence was killing me, it played with my nerves."Was that really necessary?" I asked, breaking the silence."Perhaps that will teach you to listen to me, Trouble." He murmurs under his exhausted breath. "It Mira. Ok? Mira. And you, you had no right, non whatsoever to act that way.!""I have the right. My heart gave me the right." He says as he suddenly turns towards me, my back finding the elevator wall. "My heart claimed you as his and I can't... I won't let you or anyone else take you from me. Trouble." The weight of his words hit

"Christian, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Vincenzo asked as he lifted his head from his book. I had a feeling I would find him at the club, it seemed he operated from here these days."What's the deal with Volkav?" I ask wasting no time. The look on his face tho was awesome enough."Why do you ask?""Because he just left my office, but not before threatening me. He wants me to reopen the deal, and sign the contract with him." Vincenzo listens to me and then nods his head to a man sitting at the table next to us. "And you come to me... why exactly?" He asks."Cut the crap, Vincenzo," I say as I sit down, not wanting to attract more attention to us. "I know what you do, and I know the kind of people you are associated with. So tell me why does he want the deal so bad?"Vincenzo leans back in his chair, his fingers drumming slowly on the table as his eyes narrow. For a moment, the club's muted hum of chatter and clinking glasses fade into the background, leaving the two of us in a ten

Christian stares at me, his mouth slightly agape, as though he’s trying to process what I just confessed. His lips move, but no sound comes out for a long moment. The air between us feels thick with disbelief, and I can see his chest rising and falling as he takes in my words, still not fully able to comprehend them. "I know you must hate me now. But please, listen to me." I say as I hold onto his hands now, for him to stay, but also so I wouldn't crumble down. "I need you to know that none of this was planned. From the moment I entered your life all I wanted to do was help Sebastian. This lie wasn't supposed to last, I was planning to leave after he got better and while that does not make any of this any better I thought that in a way we helped each other. But then I started falling in love with you, that is why I tried so hard to put a distance between us. I knew how wrong it was, it haunted me every day but as much as I wanted to tell you the truth the fear of losing you was muc

Mira’s POVThe wedding was beautiful, and Love looked so happy. Genuinely happy, with no weight on her shoulders that I for one dont feel bad about how their story started. With the lie I told and she followed. Perhaps it was destiny if there even existed such a thing.There was only one thing about the wedding I didn't get, and that is how the hell did Vincenzo score an invitation. It was no secret Christian wasn't a fan of him, so how did he get in?Not that I care.For one I did what Tamara asked me to do in the first place, I stayed away from him. It wasn't like I wanted to be around him anyway. He looked at me like I was a puzzle meant to be solved, and I hated how that felt. He didn't have the right to dig out all the things I buried.I left the venue and waited for the taxi I ordered to return me to the city, I was dying to take off my shoes and curl up in bed with Charlie.“Don’t tell me you’re avoiding me now,” Vincenzo said, his voice low and teasing. I froze. This is the clo

Christian kept his word. To the outside world, we were this perfect, happy newlywed couple. So in love, so eager to start our honeymoon. But behind the facade, everything was different. Every touch, every word, every look felt hollow. His arms around me were nothing more than a carefully constructed performance, a show for the people around us. As we walked through the airport, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the eyes on us. The casual paparazzi snapped their pictures, capturing our smiles, our closeness, and the image of a perfect couple. But it was all just that, a picture. A snapshot of a life that didn’t belong to us.Christian kept his distance from the photographers, his presence almost protective. He would always make sure no one got too close, his hand gripping my arm just a little tighter whenever the flashes started. In that moment, I felt both protected and imprisoned, wrapped in a cocoon of control that had nothing to do with love and everything to do with appearanc