Stepmother Forced Poor Orphan To Marry A Blind Man Unaware He is Billionaire in Disguise
Vanessa’s heart stumbled. “A man for me?”
Angela laughed loudly. “Don’t flatter yourself. He’s not a prince. In fact, he’s blind.”
Vanessa stared at her.
“Yes, blind,” Angela continued. “He says he wants a simple, obedient girl. I told him I have the perfect useless one right here.”
“Ma, please,” Vanessa whispered. “I don’t want to get married. I’m only nineteen.”
Angela’s smile vanished. She grabbed Vanessa’s chin hard.
“And who do you think you are to decide anything in this house? You live under my roof, eat my food, wear my charity. Now I have found a man foolish enough to take you, and you are saying no?”
Tears filled Vanessa’s eyes. “I want to go to school.”
Angela slapped her so hard the bowl slipped from her hand.
“School? What school? Do you think I will waste money on you when I have daughters of my own? You will marry that blind man tomorrow, whether you like it or not. That way, you will stop being my burden.”
She walked away, her slippers slapping against the floor.
Vanessa stayed there, shaking. Tears poured down her face.
“Is this how my life ends?” she whispered.
But life had a surprise waiting for her.
The next morning came heavy with silence. Vanessa sat on the edge of her mattress, struggling to fasten the broken zipper of her only decent dress, a faded blue gown with loose seams and a worn neckline.
Then Angela shouted from outside.
“Vanessa! He’s here!”
Vanessa froze.
The blind man.
Her chest tightened. She wanted to run. She wanted to disappear. But in Angela’s house, disobedience was never an option.
When she stepped into the compound, she saw him.
He stood tall in a neatly pressed kaftan and dark sunglasses, holding a white cane in one hand. Beside him stood a man in a black suit, perhaps a driver or assistant. He was calm, composed, unreadable.
Angela rushed forward with a bright smile.
“Amecha, welcome. This is the girl I told you about. She’s hardworking, quiet, and very obedient.”
Vanessa looked up at him. Amecha looked no older than thirty. He did not smile. He only turned his face slightly toward her.
“So, this is Vanessa?” he asked.
His voice was deep and steady. Not weak. Not broken.
“Yes, sir,” Vanessa said softly.
“I know this is sudden,” he said, “but I have my reasons. I’m not looking for beauty or status. I only want a companion who will not see my blindness as a weakness.”
Angela laughed. “Oh, she’s perfect for that. She doesn’t even have a life. She’ll have all the time in the world for your needs.”
Vanessa’s hands tightened, but she stayed quiet.
“Do you have any questions for me, Vanessa?” Amecha asked.
She lifted her eyes. “Why? Why me?”
Angela shoved her forward. “What kind of question is that? The man is asking for your hand.”
Vanessa straightened herself. “Please, Ma, let me speak.”
Angela glared but did not interrupt.
Vanessa looked back at Amecha. “I don’t know you. I’m not ready for marriage. I want to go to school. I don’t want to be forced into something I didn’t choose.”
A pause followed.
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