My Blind Husband

Gwenn’s inner fire crackled. “What the hell! Is she blind or something? My body is a symphony of seduction, the kind that takes men’s breath away. But in Cherise’s eyes, this little viper, I’m suddenly ‘fat,’ ‘plump’? Like some middle-aged frump?”

“So, this is your sister,” Priscilla said, curling her lips into a cold smirk. Her gaze was icy as she studied Gwenn for a moment, then she laughed. “This pretend niece, why not say hello to your Aunt Priscilla?”

Priscilla had previously heard about Gwenn from Damien.

When Damien found Priscilla, he informed her that one of the main reasons Cherisa didn’t return to the Tanner family after Charisa’s death was because of Gwenn.

Firstly, Gwenn and Cherise had always been at odds, so she didn’t want to share a roof with Gwenn.

She didn’t want to stay in the Tanner family and constantly clashed with Gwenn, causing disappointment and

brow furrowed

his own, would let such minor issues drive her away from

perception of Gwenn even before they had met. Now, face-to-face, Priscilla found her

offered, a strained smile gracing her lips. “Look, you’re Cherise’s aunt, not mine. I’m just Dad’s adopted child. No need for all the

eyes glinting with a challenge. “Beckham is my sister’s husband, and his children are obligated to address me properly, whether adopted or by

why being adopted gives you the right to disrespect elders. If you want no part of me, it’s easy. Just stop being Beckham’s adopted

She was about to unleash a retort

Beckham’s eyes stopped her cold. He rarely looked at her like that, and it was pure

thin. “Hmm, good

your sister a ray of sunshine? But why did Damien