******* DON'T BE DECEIVED BY THE MASK SHE WEARS BECAUSE IT A WAY OF SHIELDING HER WOUNDED SOUL****** 

Nilsa Walker is an illegitimate duagther of the Walker family,  she is a brown skin  girl but other than that nobody knows what she looks like because she always cover her face with mask and cap, even during school days, she's 21years of age , she's look down on by her family and everyone else around her, with time she grew bigger numb to all this.

  She's the trash of the Walker family.

The sudden request or more like a command from her father to marry someone in place of her sister wasn't what she expected but at the same time what good does it do to stay with them...?.

Marrying a bad tempered, crippled and blind man is the last thing on her mind but she also wanted an escape out of the Walker family. She was exhausted of their shenanigans.

But she didn't expect to meet even bigger problems after marrying the man her sister was supposed to marry.

Having a bad-tempered husband didn't help.

Three overbearing in-laws was another thing that she didn't fancy as well.

And divorce is the last thing on her mind, even though she was force into marrying her husband.... ,She doesn't want to be a divorcee at such a young age.

 Something happened to her husband just a week after they got married which made her reveal who she truly is... but was that who she truly was...? or there's more than what meets the eye.

PS; Forgive me if there are misspellings .

His Silent Brown Skin Wife

A woman with with electric blue eyes and purple black hair sat in front of king Ewan with an impassive expression, her lips were pursed as her eyes narrowed at the man behind the desk with the same electric blue eyes as he flips through the file in front of him on the desk. 


Ewan let out a sigh of helplessness heavily as he set his pen on the opened file and leaned back as he willed his eyes to look at the woman who looks identical to him in the eyes. The woman crossed her arms around her chest with a her eyes now squinted whiles she looks at the Ewan with her brows still furrowed. 


"Mother, what is it?" Ewan asked with another sigh of helplessness as he massaged his slightly aching temple. 


"I don't know what it is. You, tell me" his mother replied as she relaxed in her chair. 


"I don't know what you are talking about" Ewan counted as he leaned forward with his hands on the desk. 


The Kingdom Of Vadmire