POUR LE MILLIONNAIRE AVEUGLE
Résumé :
Charlotte Green savait déjà ce que c'était que de remplacer sa sœur. Sa relation avec elle, qui avait duré plus de dix ans, en était un exemple poignant et amer. Ne pouvant avoir Cecilia, sa jumelle, il s'était rabattu sur la deuxième meilleure option. Après des années à la faire languir, il la quitta le jour de leur anniversaire, lui avouant qu'il ne pourrait jamais oublier Cecilia. À présent, ses parents lui demandaient comment reproduire le même scénario, à la seule différence qu'elle devrait épouser cet homme.
Hayden Maxwell, un homme réputé pour avoir le don de Midas. Parti de rien, il avait bâti sa fortune grâce à des choix judicieux et souvent lucratifs pour son entreprise, qui lui avaient permis de devenir milliardaire avant même d'avoir trente ans. Il avait aussi été l'aventure d'un soir de Cecilia, devenue son fiancé, du moins avant qu'un terrible accident ne le rende aveugle. Cecilia ne voulait plus se marier. Tous les regards de la famille Green se tournèrent vers Charlotte. Handicapée ou non, Hayden Maxwell restait l'un des hommes les plus puissants de la ville ; ils ne pouvaient pas annuler le mariage à une semaine de la date prévue. Il ne restait donc qu'une seule option.
Charlotte allait devoir se contenter d'un second choix.
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Chapter: Chapitre 92Point de vue de HaydenLe baiser avait à peine eu le temps de s'apaiser que mon téléphone sonna.Il vibra bruyamment dans ma poche, brisant le calme fragile que Charlotte et moi venions de retrouver après une si longue absence.Ses lèvres étaient encore chaudes contre les miennes, son souffle se mêlait au mien, lorsque la vibration me ramena à la réalité.Je fronçai les sourcils.Qui que ce soit ait choisi le pire moment pour appeler.Je me reculai légèrement, ma main toujours posée dans le bas de son dos, me rassurant en sachant qu'elle était là, en sécurité, et qu'elle ne partirait pas de sitôt.« Je suis désolé », murmurai-je, attrapant déjà le téléphone.Elle hocha la tête, son pouce effleurant mon poignet. J'ai sorti mon téléphone et j'ai répondu.« Allô ? »Ma voix était plus sèche que je ne l'aurais voulu.Mais un silence pesant s'est installé, une seconde de trop.J'allais raccrocher et me retourner vers Charlotte quand une voix s'est fait entendre.Son ton était grave, calme
Last Updated: 2026-03-26
Chapter: Chapitre 91Point de vue de CharlotteLa cellule sentait l’humidité et l’eau croupie.Cette odeur s’insinuait dans mes poumons à chaque respiration.Le banc étroit, froid contre mes cuisses, me dominait. Assise là, les genoux repliés contre ma poitrine et les bras croisés sur la poitrine, je repensais sans cesse au visage d’Harry.Le clic du pistolet sur mon front…Ma vie défilait devant mes yeux. Si elle n’avait pas été interrompue… si Hayden n’était pas entré…J’ai expiré difficilement et pressé mon front contre mes genoux.J’ai survécu, me suis-je répété.De justesse.Le bruit de pas résonna dans le couloir.Ma tête se redressa instinctivement, mon cœur s’emballant douloureusement au tintement des clés.Les pas s’arrêtèrent devant ma cellule.« Charlotte Maxwell », dit une voix.Je levai lentement les yeux.L’agent glissa la clé dans la serrure et la tourna.La porte métallique grinça en s’ouvrant.« Vous êtes libre de partir. »Pendant une seconde, je restai immobile.« …Quoi ? » murmurai-je
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Chapter: Chapitre 90Point de vue de HaydenJe ne savais pas si j'étais tombé sur quelque chose de bon ou de mauvais.La réaction d'Harry semblait indiquer la première option, mais celle de Charlotte disait tout le contraire.Son passage devant moi, ainsi, me hanta longtemps après qu'elle eut disparu au bout du couloir.Je restai là, figé, ma canne fermement plantée dans le sol de marbre, mon autre main se crispant lentement en un poing. J'écoutais l'écho de ses pas s'éloigner, devenant de plus en plus faibles, jusqu'à ce que le son disparaisse complètement.Quelque chose clochait.Non… quelque chose s'était passé.Je le sentais comme la pression qui précède l'orage.L'air autour de moi était lourd quand je les ai surpris tous les deux.Harry.La servante vers laquelle Charlotte revenait sans cesse.Celle qu'elle avait insisté, alors que j'avais balayé la question d'un revers de main, car il était plus facile de croire à la loyauté qu'à la trahison.Charlotte avait-elle raison ?Ou était-ce cette maison
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Chapter: Chapitre 89Point de vue de CharlotteLe bruit du pistolet qu'on arme est faible, presque poli.Mais quelque chose se brise en moi.Je reste figée sur place, tous les muscles de mon corps se contractant instantanément, comme si la peur elle-même m'avait pénétrée et transformée en pierre.Mon souffle se bloque à mi-chemin de mes poumons.Lentement… si lentement, je me retourne.Harry se tient à quelques pas de moi.Son bras est tendu vers moi et le pistolet est pointé droit sur ma poitrine.Il n'y a pas d'hésitation dans son regard, pas de peur, pas de doute.Il est clair pour moi qu'elle a déjà fait ça, peut-être même plus d'une fois.Mes genoux menacent de flancher. « S’il te plaît… » Le mot m’échappa avant que je puisse l’arrêter, ma voix faible.« S’il te plaît, ne… ne fais pas ça. »Ma vision se brouilla instantanément, les larmes me piquèrent les yeux tandis que mon cœur battait la chamade.« Donne-moi le téléphone », dit Harry calmement.« Je… je n’ai pas de téléphone », balbutiai-je en se
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Chapter: Chapitre 88Point de vue de CharlotteLa pièce semblait plus vide que jamais après le départ de l'avocat.Ce n'était pas seulement le silence, c'était comme un vide absolu, comme si les murs eux-mêmes avaient absorbé ses paroles et me les renvoyaient en écho.Mandat d'arrêt.Je devais être prête, car ils pouvaient faire irruption à tout moment.Hayden ne répondit pas immédiatement.Je l'entendais respirer, peut-être en train de réfléchir à ses prochains mots.Je restai immobile, les bras croisés sur la poitrine, le regard dans le vide.Mes pensées étaient confuses et décousues.Puis, enfin, il prit la parole, d'un ton calme.« Ils ne vous emmèneront pas. »Je me tournai vers sa voix.« Quoi ? » Ma voix était faible et tremblante. « Ils ne le feront pas », répéta-t-il d'un ton plus ferme. « Je ne le permettrai pas. »Je laissai échapper un rire tremblant qui me surprit moi-même. « Vous ne le permettrez pas ? » demandai-je. « Hayden, la police ne demande pas la permission. »« Ils n'en ont pas bes
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Chapter: Chapitre 87Point de vue de CharlotteLa vidéo sur mon ordinateur portable tournait en boucle.Encore.Et encore.Et encore.Assise au bord de mon lit, la lueur de mon ordinateur illuminait ma chambre.Mon doigt planait au-dessus du pavé tactile, ma mâchoire serrée à en avoir mal.La caméra du jardin.Je regardais la même séquence pour la dixième fois.La silhouette noire, puis, soudain, l'horodatage a sauté.Sauté.Cinq minutes entières effacées comme si elles n'avaient jamais existé.Mon pouls battait la chamade.Cinq minutes où Agnès était morte.Cinq minutes où quelqu'un était parti.J'ai reculé le curseur, zoomant, scrutant pixel par pixel. Rien. Ce n'était pas un dysfonctionnement.C'était intentionnel.Quelqu'un l'avait supprimé.Mes doigts se crispèrent en poings sur mes cuisses tandis qu'une vague de colère familière me submergeait. Harry.L'idée me traversa l'esprit.Elle était la seule suspecte possible.Elle y avait accès puisqu'elle travaillait ici.Mais était-ce vraiment elle ?Ou
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For The Blind Billionaire
Summary
Charlotte Green already knew what it was like to replace her sister; her relationship with her, which lasted more than ten years, was a perfect example. Unable to have Cecilia, her twin, he opted for the next best thing. After years of leading her on, he dumped her on their anniversary, confessing that he could never forget Cecilia. Her parents were now wondering how to do it again, except that she would have to marry this man.
Hayden Maxwell, a man said to have the Midas gift. He built himself from nothing by making calculated and often lucrative choices for his business, which generated profits and made him a billionaire by his thirties. He was also Cecilia's one-night stand, who became engaged, at least before he lost his sight in a terrible accident. Cecilia no longer wanted to go ahead with the marriage, all eyes in the Green family were on Charlotte, disabled or not, Hayden Maxwell was still one of the most powerful men in town, they couldn't call off the wedding a week later, so there was only one option left.
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Chapter: Tabloid ProjectionCharlotte POV The morning sun filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow into the room.My eyes fluttered open, but I didn’t move there for a bit.I just laid there, staring upward, my body heavy and my mind restless. For a second, I thought about closing my eyes again and pretending none of it happened. Pretending none of that drama with Aiden never really happened.But even that felt like a lie.So I sat up.The air felt colder than it should have as my feet touched the floor. I pulled my robe closer around me and stood there for a moment, steadying myself before walking out.The hallway was empty, as it normally was by this time.I walked down the stairs slowly, my hand brushing the railing as I went. When I reached the living room, I paused for a bit, taking in the quiet peace…My gaze drifted toward the television without thinking, almost out of habit. I picked up the remote from the table and turned it on, not expecting anything.Maybe just noise to fill in the silenc
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Chapter: OverwhelmingHayden POVI couldn’t sit even for a full minute.I paced the length of my office and back for what felt like the hundredth time.Aiden. My half-brother. The man I had thought dead. How could he have this kind of hold over me? How could he walk into my life, act casually, and suddenly everything I’d worked for … everything Charlotte and I had built… feel as if it were teetering on a knife’s edge?I shook my head, forcing my thoughts back to reason.I couldn’t let him control me. I couldn’t allow him to use Charlotte and our unborn child to manipulate me, or the company. That much was non-negotiable.“Sir,” Lyra’s voice cut through my thoughts.I turned to see her standing in the doorway, her expression carefully neutral, though I knew she was tense. “He’s here,” she said simply. “Aiden is here for the meeting.”I inhaled deeply, pressing my fingers against my temples for a moment. “Alright,” I said, my voice low, controlled. “Let’s do this.”The room we met in was neutral. Here there
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Chapter: TermsHayden’s POVI found Charlotte in our bedroom.She was sitting near the window, one hand resting absentmindedly on her stomach and her eyes distant and far away. For a moment I stood by the door, watching how the late evening light softened her features and how beautifully angelic she looked.Thank God I got my sight back to enjoy this. Though beside that, I could still see the tension in her shoulders.. Since thag dinner, both of us haven't truly been eased of it. I closed the door behind me quietly.She looked up, and just once glance at my face and her expression changed instantly.“What happened?” she asked carefully. I didn’t answer immediately. I walked toward her slowly, removing my jacket and setting it aside.“He called,” I said finally, my word brief but she understood.Her body stiffened instantly. “Aiden?”“Yes.”She stood up slowly, her brows furrowed.“What did he do?”I exhaled sharply through my nose.“The donation I called about, that we rejected? That wasn’t th
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Chapter: DonationChapter 144Hayden’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the glass walls of my office tower, bathing the entire floor in a soft golden hue.It felt like a new beginning.For the first time in days, I allowed myself to focus on something other than Aiden.Maxwell Enterprises stood tall…literally and figuratively. The building hummed with activity as employees moved with purpose, assistants walked briskly down hallways and analysts clustered around screens in discussion. The low murmur of productivity filled the air.Everything was stable and normal as can be… I stepped out of the elevator onto the executive floor and nodded at the receptionist.“Good morning, Mr. Maxwell.”“Morning.”My stride was steady as I walked toward my office. The glass doors opened automatically and I stepped through. When I reached my desk, papers were already scattered around it. Some maybe business reports, or maybe revenue projections, acquisitions updates and some the quarterly growth summaries.Stro
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Chapter: Most Powerful In The City.Charlotte POVThe dining room felt colder after Hayden and Aiden left.The air, which had already been tense, it even now seemed hollow.Plates of untouched food remained between us.Cecilia picked up her wine glass, slowly and deliberately.I watched her carefully as she avoided my gaze at first.The silence stretched between us for several seconds before I finally spoke.“So,” I said softly, folding my hands together in my lap. “It’s been almost a year.”She nodded without looking at me. “Yes. It has.”“You left without saying goodbye.”Her lips curved faintly, though there was no warmth in it.“I didn’t think you would care.”That stung more than I expected.“I did,” I said honestly. “You are my sister. You'll always be my sister.”She finally looked at me then and there it was.There was no warmth or softness in her tone.“You’ve always been sentimental,” she replied.I ignored the tone.“How is mother?” I asked and that caught her off guard.Her expression shifted… just slightly.
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Chapter: Never To CarefulHayden’s POVThe sound of metal gun hitting polished wood was soft and gentle.But it might as well have been a gunshot.I watched as Aiden placed the gun on the dining table between us like it was nothing more than an additional utensil.He still wore a calm face meanwhile, he may have just made a corspe in another room.Charlotte’s breath caught beside me.My body tensed instinctively, every muscle locked.But under the table, I reached for Charlotte’s hand.I found it immediately.I intertwined my fingers with hers and squeezed gently.I’m here.She squeezed back.I could feel her pulse racing.Across from us, Aiden smiled as if he had just told a joke.“My apologies,” he said lightly, adjusting his seat. “One can never be too careful these days.People can be annoying, can't they?”I only nodded once, forcing a smile.He straightened his tie, the blood on it had already dried up.The doors opened and servants began bringing in dishes… perfectly plated courses, steaming and fragran
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Chapter: The Offer Nadia’s POVThe knowledge of the prophecy and the Trial sat inside me like a live coal. It was all we talked about for days. Arguing in circles.“It’s too dangerous,” Noah would say, his face like granite. “We have no guide. No one living has done it. We could be walking into our own destruction.”“Staying as we are is also destruction,” Neal would fire back. “Just slower! Maya is going to keep picking at us until she finds a way in. This fusion… it’s the only door she can’t unlock.”I was trapped in the middle. The part of me that was still a scared girl, a reborn ghost, wanted to hide. The part that was my mother’s daughter, a Dawnfire, wanted to fight. But to fight meant risking the two hearts I loved most.I went to the one place I could think: the restored Hidden Spring. Elias was tending the flowers, the silver water glowing peacefully. I just sat by the edge, trailing my fingers in the warm light, trying to find an answer in its depths.“You look heavy, daughter,” Elias said so
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Chapter: The Forgotten ProphecyNadia’s POVThe mental wards worked. The nightmares stopped. The cold whispers faded. But the quiet felt worse. Maya was a scientist. She had poked us, noted our reactions, and withdrawn to her lab. What was she building?“We cannot just wait for her next move,” I said to Elias the next morning. We were in the quiet library, sunlight streaming on dusty books. “We need to understand what she sees when she looks at us. She called me a crucible. What does that mean?”Elias ran a hand over an old, leather-bound book. “Our histories are full of forgotten things. The Dawnfire line was old when the Whitemores were young. There are prophecies even I only know as whispers.”“We need more than whispers,” I said. “We need words.”So we began the dig. Elias pulled crumbling scrolls from sealed Dawnfire chests. I sent a request to Noah to open the deepest Whitemore vaults, the ones that held things older than their pack.For two days, we lived in dust and faded ink. My eyes burned. We found nothin
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Chapter: The Witch’s InquiryNadia’s POVThe new Triarchy marks hummed on our skin, a constant, warm reminder of our unity. For three days, there was peace. We fell into our roles. Noah met with captains, his commands clear and fair. Neal charmed a visiting trade envoy, securing a better deal for our grain. I walked the gardens with Moonshade elders, listening to their stories, weaving our histories together.We were winning. Then, Maya began her tests.It started with Neal.He woke up screaming.I shot upright in bed. Noah was already on his feet, a knife in his hand. Neal was sitting, drenched in cold sweat, his eyes wide and wild, staring at nothing.“Neal! What is it?” I reached for him, but he flinched away from my touch.“Don’t,” he gasped, his voice raw. He scrambled out of bed, pacing the room, running his hands through his hair.“A dream?” Noah asked, his voice low, alert.“It wasn’t a dream,” Neal whispered. “It was real. I could smell it. Feel it.” He stopped, finally looking at me, his green eyes fill
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Chapter: The Triad's Throne Nadia's POVThe rose was burned in a sacred fire by Elias, its sickening song silenced. But the ghost of its message lingered in the air, a constant whisper that Maya was watching, learning.And we were falling apart.The Council observers arrived two days later, the silver-flame witch, named Lyra (which made my heart ache), and the bear-like shifter Elder, Grendel. They came to "observe the stability of the new power structure." It was a test.Our first day as hosts was a disaster.It started in the morning meeting with our Betas and the Moonshade elders who had agreed to come. A Moonshade elder, a grim man named Borin, spoke."The eastern border patrols are thin. Whitemore wolves do not know our land. We need our own people, led by our own captains."Noah nodded, all cool logic. "Agreed. But the captains will be approved by Whitemore command to ensure unified strategy. We'll integrate the patrols in phases."Neal, who had been up all night reviewing trade routes, scoffed. "Phases? W
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Chapter: The Weight of a CrownNadia's POVThe journey back to Whitemore Keep was silent. The weight of the prisoners, the weight of Henry’s wrapped body in the second wagon, the weight of what we had done,.it pressed down on all of us.Gaius and Eleanor rode in the wagon with Henry. I saw Gaius holding his mother, his face turned to stone. Eleanor just stared at her husband’s shroud, her tears dry now, as if she had none left.Beside me on horseback, Noah was a statue, his eyes fixed on the horizon, planning. Neal fidgeted, his energy coiled tight, looking back at the prisoners with a hard glint in his eye.No one spoke.When we finally rode through the gates, the keep was not celebrating. The pack gathered, but their faces were solemn. They saw the prisoners, they saw the shrouded body. They understood the cost.The first three days were for Henry.We held the funeral in the small garden he had liked, near the roses. It was simple. Eleanor asked for no grand words. Gaius stood straight and spoke only a few senten
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Chapter: The Corruption’s Cry & AtonementNadia’s POVThe pain was a living thing inside me. It was not in my body. It was in my soul. Maya’s hooks dug deep, pulling at the warm, bright core that was my mother’s spirit blended with my own. I could feel it stretching, tearing.I was on my knees on the cold stone floor. My vision blurred. Lucien’s laughing face and Malia’s smug smile swam above me.“Look at her,” Lucien sneered. “The mighty reborn one. Just a puppet with its strings cut.”“Hold on, little vessel,” Maya’s voice chanted from the shadows, smooth and relentless. “Almost… got it…” A piece of it, a memory of my mother’s laugh, a feeling of her protection, was ripped free. It floated like a sad, golden wisp towards Maya’s bloody symbol.I was screaming, but no sound came out. The agony stole my voice, my breath, my hope.This is how I die, I thought. Not with a knife, but empty. Hollowed out.Then, a new sound cut through the hall. Not a battle cry. A raw, human shout of pure rage and horror.“NO! STOP THIS!”Henry S
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