All Chapters of For The Blind Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Charlotte pov I massaged my wedding ring nervously, the blindfold wrapped over my eyes made the sounds of the car of the slowly congesting traffic it was driving by.Beside me was my husband who expertly maneuvered us through like the car was an extension of his limbs. “Can I get a clue?” I chipped in through the silence between us, he was never really the talkative type.At least…not with me.Today was our 10 year anniversary, to think that I had been married to my first and only love for a decade now warmed my heart.And this was the first time he had remembered. Normally I was the one preparing weeks in advance, sometimes he even canceled on the day off and I would spend it alone. But just when I thought of giving up he was now making an initiative. Part of me was happy, I had already given 10 years to this man…walking away now would be such a waste, but I'll have to see how tonight goes. Eventually he parked the car, my heart was racing even faster as he opened the door fo

Charlotte's pov I tightened my hold on the duffel bag I was holding, neither of them asked why I was wearing mismatched shoes. None of them were curious why my eyes were red and swollen.Not a single soul wanted to know why I looked like the entire world had collapsed on my head. I had taken one step back into this Villa and immediately everything was about Cecilia. If I didn't have anywhere else to go, I would have just left right now. “I need to rest,” I said walking past the two of them without regarding their worries just like how they had disregarded mine. None of them even wanted to know why I had showed up in the middle of the night looking like this, I don't know what I had expected. Maybe some care, concern? Anything really. Cecilia stepped in front of me before I could also walk past her too.“Not even a hug for your big sister? Char, breaking my heart,” she said, placing her palms dramatically on her chest. I was now openly glaring at her and her smile was getting bi

Charlotte’s POVBefore I could straighten up, a hand rough, strong, deliberate caught my chin and tilted it upward.“Sit,” he said.I did. Maybe because there was no space to stand, or maybe because his tone left no room for argument.When my eyes finally adjusted, I saw him. Hayden Maxwell. The man I’d only seen in business magazines and society pages. The same man my sister had thrown away like last season’s handbag.He looked…different. Not in the face that was still devastatingly handsome but in the stillness. His blue eyes were open, sharp, yet unfocused. His gaze slid past me, then returned, as if searching for something beyond sight.“You’re quieter than I remember,” he said.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I muttered, staring at the polished table between us.He leaned back, one hand resting on the armrest of his chair, the other tracing the rim of a glass filled with melting ice. “You should. My assistant tells me you’ve been avoiding my calls, my messages, my lawye

Charlotte’s POV“Cecilia?”My stomach dropped. Wait a minute, It wasn’t Jacob’s voice. Or any familiar voice. It was younger, smoother, touched with that confident drawl that belonged to men who’d never heard the word no.The stranger stepped into the faint glow of the light . A tall frame, He looked expensive and misplaced in our house.He squinted at me. “Why’d you run off like that? One second you’re laughing, next thing I know you vanish. I’ve been driving around like an idiot.”I blinked, my voice barely leaving my throat. “I what?”He frowned, taking a step closer. “You’re not going to talk to me now? After kissing me like that in front of ”“Stop!” I said, raising my hands. “I’m not Cecilia.”He froze. “You’re not…?”“I’m her twin,” I said quickly, shoving my curls behind my ears. “And you need to leave. Right now.”He looked completely lost. “Twin? That’s ”“I mean it. Wrong girl, wrong house, wrong everything.” I pushed him gently toward the door before the word Cecilia coul

Charlotte’s POVI couldn’t speak.For a long second, all I could do was stare at him.Like was this dude serious? It seems he's insane.Yeah totally insane Because what the fu*k is he on about?“Therapy?” I finally said, the word tasting like metal. “You want therapy, Jacob?”He nodded, as if that made sense. “Yeah. We could try it, you know? Maybe figure things out.”I laughed a dry, brittle sound. “Figure things out? You were in bed with my sister, and now you want me to sit in a room and talk about my feelings?” What the actual fuck!! This hurts even more when I say it out loud.He winced, eyes flicking away. “It’s not like that.” People around started to look, I think a waitress even took her phone out and started filming us.I lowered my voice a bit.“Oh, it’s exactly like that,” I snapped. “You’re sitting here with her mark still on your neck, pretending to care about reconciliation. Do you even hear yourself?”“Charlotte ”“No, let me finish.” My voice trembled, not from weakn