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HIS BLIND OBSESSION
최신 업데이트 : 2026-06-19
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HE SPENT FOUR MONTHS FIGURING OUT EXACTLY HOW TO TAKE ME APART. TURNS OUT BLIND MEN DON’T NEED EYES TO RUIN YOU COMPLETELY. Noah Carter is twenty-three, broke, and desperate. His seventeen-year-old brother’s lung condition is getting worse, his eight-year-old brother has stopped asking for things they can’t afford, and Noah has exactly $43 left in his bank account. When an $8,400 hospital bill lands on his doorstep, he knows he’s out of options. Then he finds a job posting at 2 a.m. Live-in Personal Assistant. The employer is Damien Cole. Thirty-four. Billionaire. Blind since a car accident three years ago. Cold, ruthless, and so impossible to work for that seven assistants have quit in the last three years. Noah walks into the interview with a coffee stain on his cuff and desperation written all over him. Somehow, he gets the job. Living with Damien is supposed to be simple. Do the work, collect the paycheck, and save his brother’s life. Instead, Noah finds himself drawn into the world of a man who notices everything despite seeing nothing. Because Damien Cole has secrets. And once Damien becomes interested in something, he doesn’t let it go. Unfortunately for Noah, that something might be him.
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Chapter 1- Noah’s POV
The first time Damien Cole touched me, I couldn’t breathe.
His hand found my jaw in the dark, certain, deliberate. His thumb pressed just below my lip and he tilted my face up toward his, and even though I knew he couldn’t see me, it felt like being seen more completely than I had ever been seen in my life. “You’re still here,” he said. Low. Like an accusation. Like a relief. I should have left. I’d told myself a hundred times I was going to leave. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I’m still here.” He made a sound low in his throat and his mouth found mine and I forgot every single reason I had to go. Three months before that, I was sitting on the bathroom floor at 2am holding two pieces of paper. In my left hand, Eli’s hospital bill. $8,400. Balance due immediately. Eli who was seventeen and sleeping ten feet away and had been coughing since October. The kind of cough that made doctors go quiet in a way that meant they knew something they weren’t ready to say yet. In my right hand my bank statement. $43. I sat there for a long time just holding them. Like if I stared long enough the numbers would change. They didn’t. From the bedroom I heard it. Eli coughing. That deep, rattling sound. Three times. Then silence. Then once more, like an afterthought. I closed my eyes. I was twenty-three years old. I had a literature degree and a job at a coffee shop that paid $14 an hour and a brother who needed medication we couldn’t afford and another brother who was eight and had stopped asking for things because he’d learned that asking upset me. That last part was the one that got me. Every time. Caleb used to ask for everything. Cereal with the coloured marshmallows, new sneakers, an extra five minutes before bed. Normal kid things. Now he ate whatever I put in front of him without comment. Now he folded his own clothes without being asked. Now he watched my face before he spoke, working out whether today was a day he could afford to need something. Eight years old and already making himself smaller to fit around someone else’s problems. That was mine. I did that. I put the papers down. Opened my phone. Typed into the search bar. Personal assistant jobs Manhattan. I found it on the third page. Personal Assistant. Live-in. Immediate start. $6,000/month. Discretion required. Six thousand dollars a month. Live-in, which meant no rent, which meant everything I earned went straight to Eli. Straight to the bills. Straight to coloured marshmallow cereal and Caleb being allowed to be eight years old again. I applied before I finished reading it. Three days later , a woman name Mrs Hale called . Monday. Nine a.m. Cole Tower, Fifth Avenue. Do not be late, Mr. Carter. I googled Damien Cole the second she hung up. Thirty-four. Billionaire. Cole Enterprises, real estate, tech, finance. Brilliant. Ruthless. Barely any photographs, and in every single one he looked like he was one small inconvenience away from ruining someone’s entire life. Three years ago, a car accident. Brief speculation. Then silence. He’d simply withdrawn and kept running his company from behind closed doors. One interview, four years old. One quote. “I don’t tolerate inefficiency.” I put my phone down. Looked at the two pieces of paper still on the floor. $43. $8,400. “You need this job, Noah,” I said quietly. “You need this job more than you have ever needed anything in your entire life.” I got up. Found my pale blue shirt. Coffee stain on the cuff. Told myself I’d deal with it. Didn’t deal with it. Walked into Cole Tower on Monday morning completely unprepared. Not for the lobby. Not for Mrs. Hale’s three rules. Not for the fifty-second floor or the penthouse or the double doors at the end of the hall. Not for the voice behind them. Send him in. Low. Quiet. The kind of voice that had never needed volume to be obeyed. I walked through the doors. He was behind the desk. Dark hair. A jaw that looked exactly as unforgiving as his photographs suggested. And his eyes, pale grey, almost silver, looking just past my shoulder. Not at me. Through me. Past me. He couldn’t see me. I knew that. I’d read it. But knowing it and standing inside it were completely different things, because somehow those eyes made me feel more seen than anything ever had. “Sit down, Mr. Carter,” he said. Like he already knew exactly what I was going to be to him. I sat. And in the back of my mind, quiet and certain and already too late. Oh no !!!최신 챕터
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 47– Noah’s POV
The first time someone accused me of being in love with Damien Cole, I should have laughed. Instead, my stomach dropped.The car ride back from Central Park was quiet. Not awkward, not uncomfortable, just full. The kind of silence that existed when too much had been said and neither of us had figured out what to do with it yet. I kept thinking about the bench. About his voice when he said I mattered enough for him to bring me somewhere real. Most people wouldn’t understand why that hit so hard. Most people didn’t know Damien Cole.Beside me, he sat calm, one hand resting loosely against the seat between us. Close enough that I could have reached it. I didn’t. I still felt it anyway.By the time we pulled into Cole Industries, I’d almost convinced myself to stop thinking about it. Then the elevator doors opened, and the atmosphere shifted immediately. Conversations stopped. People looked away too quickly. I frowned because something was wrong, and beside me Damien noticed at the same t
최신 업데이트 : 2026-06-19HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 46 — Damien's POV
I gave the driver an address I had not said out loud in three years. Noah sat beside me in the car, quiet, the quietness of someone who had just dismantled a deposition in eleven minutes and was still coming down from the thrill of it. "Where are we going," he said. "Somewhere I used to go," I said. "Used to," he said. "Before," I said. He understood. He didn't push. The car stopped after twelve minutes. I knew the route without needing to be told, every turn memorised long before the accident took it away from me visually and long after it had stayed mapped in my body regardless. Central Park. The entrance near Seventy-Ninth. I got out. Found the path with my cane, the one I had not used since the night I went to find him at the hospital, and felt Noah fall into step beside me without taking my arm, without hovering, just present. "There's a bench," I said. "Third one on the left after the fountain. Used to be my spot." "Used to be," he said. "I haven't been here in thre
최신 업데이트 : 2026-06-18HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 45 — Noah’s POV
The deposition room had no windows.I sat at one end of a long table with Marcus beside me and a court reporter typing quietly in the corner and Hale’s lawyer across from me, a woman named Patricia Glenn who had the energy of someone paid by the hour to be intimidating.Damien was not in the room. He had argued about it for two days and lost and was somewhere outside it, listening through whatever updates Marcus could give him, which was its own kind of unbearable.“Mr Carter,” Patricia Glenn said. “You were given level three database access four days before the breach occurred. Correct?”“Yes,” I said.“That’s an unusually fast escalation for someone in your position,” she said. “Personal assistant. No background in finance, law, or technology.”“I have a literature degree,” I said. “Mr Cole gave me access because I found an error his legal team missed. He valued the work, not my résumé.”“Convenient,” she said.“It’s documented,” I said. “The email chain exists. Marcus has copies.”
최신 업데이트 : 2026-06-17HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 44 — Damien’s POV
Marcus called at nine am.“Hale’s lawyers filed something,” he said. “A countersuit. He’s claiming wrongful termination from three years ago. Says the timing of our criminal case against him is retaliatory.”I sat back in my chair.“He’s trying to muddy it,” I said.“He’s trying to delay it,” Marcus said. “If he can drag this into a years-long legal fight, the data breach charges get tied up with his employment dispute. Juries get confused. Settlements happen instead of convictions.”“What does he want,” I said.“Money,” Marcus said. “And for us to drop the criminal referral.” A pause. “Damien there’s something else. His filing mentions Noah by name. Claims Noah’s hiring and rapid access escalation was irregular and worth investigating.”I went very still.“He’s trying to make this about Noah,” I said.“He’s trying to make this messy enough that you back off,” Marcus said. “It’s a pressure tactic. It won’t hold up. But it means depositions. It means Noah might need to give a statement
최신 업데이트 : 2026-06-16HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 14 — Damien’s POV
I had made a mistake. Not with the dinner. Not with Victoria or the restructuring or the forty million dollars sitting on the table waiting for someone to move it in the right direction. The dinner was fine. The dinner was calculated and intentional and exactly what I had planned. The mistake was
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 12 — Damien’s POV
Victoria Mercer collected people. I knew that before she hung up. I had known it before she called. I had sat across negotiating tables from her twice in the last four years and both times I had walked away with exactly what I came for and a mild suspicion that she had also gotten exactly what she
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 10 — Damien’s POV
I had a meeting at eleven. Six people. My executive team plus two consultants from the Mercer group, flown in from Chicago, four hundred dollars an hour each, here to discuss a restructuring proposal that should have been straightforward. Nothing about today was straightforward. I told Noah at n
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 9 - Noah’s POV
I woke up at five forty-three having slept approximately never and decided that was fine. Fine was a word I was getting very comfortable with. Fine covered a lot of ground if you didn’t look at it too closely. I made his coffee. Six twenty-eight. Right side of the desk. Two inches from the corner
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