The Blind Heiress Has A Secret Husband

"Will you marry me?" Alexander Russov was on his knees, ring in hand as he proposed to the woman he loved.

Bianca was a real-life model. Beautiful in all ramifications and the fairest of them all to a young and infatuated Alexander.

Upon seeing him on his knees, proposing to her in an empty stadium, she felt embarrassed and upset. "Are you stupid?" She took the ring and threw it on the floor, stepping firmly on it.

"What do you take me for? Do you think I am a woman that you can have?" Bianca slapped him in the face, and he fell by the sheer force of her hand.

"Bianca," he muttered, eyes reddened in disbelief and pain.

"Don't you dare mention my name, you illegitimate twat!" she roared, and his eyes widened.

She didn't know, but he had earlier paid some news outlets to come and cover the event. Bianca was a hotshot model who craved attention, so he believed it would make her happy to have the moment filmed.

Who knew he would face such embarrassment from the woman he had adored all his life?

"Illegitimate?" Alexander's lips trembled, and he shook his head. "You are mistaken. There's got to be a mix-up somewhere."

"You think I don't know that your mother was a servant in the Russov family? You were born a mistake, Alex. I only hung around with you out of pity and to help spend your money."

"You should have known better than to try this nonsense!"

Alexander looked confused and broken.

"I could never marry a mistake like you. In fact, I am already engaged to your brother. The real Russov." His jaw dropped open at her words.

"Aaron is everything I need in a man. A dirty breed like you is not even worthy of holding his shoes. When he finally takes over the Russov Group of Companies, you will be flung to the streets where you belong." She huffed, leaving him seated dejectedly on the floor as his life flashed before his eyes.

Bianca had been his woman since his first year in college when they met. Although their relationship was never defined, he had spent his money on her, gone the extra mile to make her happy, with the hope that one day he could be man enough to have her as a wife.

They had been inseparable friends since then, and not only did he help her scale through her modelling career, but he also introduced her to his family members-including his brother, whom she claimed to be engaged to.

"Aaron would never do that to me. He is my brother." His tone reeked of naivety.

She laughed in his face. "This is why you can never amount to anything in life. You have a poor sense of judgment, and it is way too easy to dupe you."

Bianca made to leave, while Alexander remained crushed emotionally and physically on the floor. Just before she left, the lights of the stadium turned on, and the reporters who had been filming the events were revealed.

Her eyes widened, and she quickly put up a tight smile, only to be harassed by the media personnel, who not only filmed the interaction but had gone live when things took a drastic turn.

"Bianca Deville!" one of the reporters called, holding up his mic and camera. "Do you affirm that Alexander Russov is truly the illegitimate son of the Russov family?"

"Can you tell us more about your engagement to Aaron Russov?" another asked.

"When will the wedding be coming up?"

Young Alexander was forgotten as they bombarded Bianca with questions, some going as far as stomping on him in their attempts to get a better view of the woman of the hour.

Unknown to them, the young man who had just had his heart ripped from his chest and stomped on the floor was going through a life-changing experience that would never leave him the same.

That night, Bianca was picked up by men sent from the Russov family, while he remained on the floor of the stadium up until midnight. Alone, in pain, and thinking of his life.

Meanwhile, at the Russov family mansion, chaos ensued.

"I warned you against having that servant's son carry the Russov family name!" An elder woman, Madame Russov, fumed, pointing at the television. "Look what damage he has caused to this household! This will negatively rub off on my son, who has been the perfect child. Now we can't even hold a wedding in peace because the fool went and proposed to his brother's fiancée."

Her husband looked at the television, feeling anger and regret for having housed a boy that wasn't from his loins. He never for once believed that his maid was telling the truth about his fathering that child.

Despite having put an end to the life of his mother, Alexander remained a stain he couldn't wash away, and only because his mother believed that wicked woman over him and had become overly protective of him since his day of birth.

No matter how hard he tried, the Elder Russov couldn't accept Alexander as his son, and it was clear from his poor relationship with him.

"Don't worry, my love." He cooed at his wife, feeling pain for what his mistake had cost her in their marriage. "Tonight, I am going to get rid of him for good. He is no longer a son of the Russov family. You just wait!"

Madame Russov gauged her husband, and it was clear that this time, Alexander was in real trouble. Joy filled her heart at the thought of finally getting rid of him. Her son would finally be able to inherit the family fortune without any dog coming in the way.

If that happened, she was sure to die a peaceful death.

Meanwhile, Alexander trekked all the way back to the Russov family house, feeling sorry for himself. When he finally got to the gates, he entered, ready to call it a night, when he saw Bianca, Aaron, and other members of the Russov family, including his father, who looked angry.

"How dare you come back here after embarrassing us like this?!" Madame Russov spoke first, expressing her discontent at his appearance at such an odd hour of the day.

"Mother."

"I am not your mother! I can never be your mother! You are not even a part of this family." She hissed, and Bianca rushed to her soon-to-be mother-in-law.

"Mother! Don't raise your blood pressure talking to him." Bianca sounded concerned for her well-being as she held the woman's hand.

"Oh, sweet child. You are the perfect match for my son, and now, because of this stupid child, the world thinks evil of you when you have done nothing but speak the truth." The old woman looked like she was about to puke blood from anger.

"I don't care to be at the receiving end of the public's wrath, Mother. There is nothing I cannot endure for Aaron's sake. As long as he continues to love me, I will go through anything without a word of complaint."

Listening to Bianca say such words about his brother destroyed what was left of poor Alexander's heart. When Aaron went ahead to wrap his arm around Bianca and gazed at her lovingly, he felt anger fill his heart.

"Brother! Bianca is my woman. I took permission from you before I thought to propose to her! Why is this happening now?" He voiced his pain but was met with contempt.

"How could you possibly think you were fit enough to be Bianca's husband? A son of a servant." His brother hissed. "You should pay for even thinking of having a woman like her."

Seeing his family turn against him was a blow he couldn't take. Why were they suddenly so cold towards him? Why were they calling him a servant's son?

Alexander turned to the Elder Russov. "Father-"

"Don't you ever call me by that name," his father roared, nearly coughing up blood. "For a long time, I had taken care of you, and treated you like my own son despite knowing you are no son of mine."

"I regret ever letting you bear the name Russo. You are a shame and a mistake I will spend the rest of my life wishing I hadn't made. Nevertheless, today, I will be correcting all my mistakes."

"Papa." Alexander's voice was broken, and he felt his heart pound in his chest.

"From today, you are no longer a part of this family. You are not allowed to bear the Russo name or even step out of here with anything that belongs to the family-down to the clothes you are wearing."

While Alexander's life shattered, Aaron, Bianca, and his mother hid their smiles as they watched the elder pass his judgment.

"You will no more be seen here or in any place belonging to the Russo family. By morning, the lawyer will come and make things right in this family."

Alex fell on his knees. "Papa, please, I have no family and nowhere to go." He looked between the people he regarded as family, and every one of them turned their backs on him without mercy.

"Do not call me your father! You can go back to the streets where you belong! No more leeching off this family and spoiling the prestige we have built decades before you were born. Leave this instant!"

Alex shook his head, refusing to go and begging for mercy. His cries fell on deaf ears, and within a short time, the elder threw a fit and ordered the bodyguards to rid him of his clothes and dump him on the streets.

While they tore his clothes and took everything from him, his supposed family watched with hidden smiles until he was dragged out of the compound in his boxer briefs and dumped on the streets in the middle of the night with no money, clothes, or phone.

Overnight, Alexander Russo had his entire life crashing down to the pits because of a woman he had loved with all of his heart and a family that threw him away.

As he stalked the roads in his boxer briefs, he wept while people took note of him, some taking pictures or muttering derogatory words at him. He wished he could die and end it all as he sat by the roadside, crying his eyes out.

Suddenly, a young girl stopped in front of him and squatted to meet his size. Stunned, he looked up, squinting his eyes. When he realized it was a girl, shame and anger clouded him.

"What's wrong, mister?" she asked, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Why are you crying?"

Alexander felt anger at the woman who came to disturb his peace. At that moment, he hated every woman and couldn't stand to be in her presence, so he ignored her.

"I know you might not feel the best, but I promise it won't always be like this." She pulled off her jacket and gave it to him. "Wear this and cheer up. I used to be like you and cry always when things got bad, but I figured a better way to handle things when they go wrong."

Unknown to this woman, she had caught the attention of young Alexander, who watched her with wary eyes. When he failed to take her jacket, she placed it on the floor beside him and continued her speech.

"Instead of sulking and crying when things don't go your way, I think you should face things head-on and tackle whatever the problem may be. For instance, I know that I am hated by my mother, and I try everything possible to please her. Maybe one day, I will be loved by her."

Alexander wanted to shout and tell her she was wrong-that no matter how hard she tried, she would not be accepted by people who hated her and she was setting herself up to end up like him.

"Fingers crossed, alright? I have to go now. Maybe one day, we'll cross paths and we'll both be in a better place."

A voice shouted from afar, and the young lady hastily bid him goodbye and took off in a sprint, disappearing into a car parked by the roadside.

There and then, Alexander decided in his heart-he was never going to love anyone. He was done trying to please people. He was going to become so powerful that his family would come back to him, begging to love him.

That night, he slept on the streets with a hungry stomach, but gone was the sweet and loving boy he once was. In his place was a cold-hearted man, ready to take over his world and become a force to be reckoned with.

He picked up the jacket and covered himself with it. One day, he'd prove to the young lady just how wrong she had been with his results.