Alle Kapitel von For The Blind Billionaire : Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 110

Charlotte POV The moment his fingers closed around my wrist, the world for me, stopped.For a second… just one terrifying second, I thought my mind had finally broken. That the exhaustion, the fear and sleepless nights I've been having, had started playing cruel tricks on me. I didn’t move, I didn’t even dare to breathe. I just stood there frozen, staring his hand over mine. I couldn't deny the feel. His grip was weak, but it was real. A let out a sharp sound as I rushed back to his side, the chair scraping loudly against the floor as I nearly knocked it over. I wrapped my arms around him without thinking, pressing my face against his shoulder like if I let go for even a second, he would slip away again.My entire body shook, just by his presence. I clung to him so tightly, tears soaking into his hospital gown, my hands trembling as I tried to ground myself in the simple fact of him being here.“Hayden…” My voice came out broken, barely a whisper. “You’re here. You’re here.”

Charlotte POVSigning his name on the discharge papers felt heavier than signing even our own marriage certificate.The pen trembled slightly between my fingers as I wrote Charlotte Maxwell carefully, at the bottom of the final form.The receptionist watched me carefully before sliding another paper.“Initial here and here. And one more here, Mrs. Maxwell.”My hand obeyed even when my mind felt far away.When I finished, I placed the pen down slowly. “That’s everything?”“Yes, ma’am.” She hesitated. “He’s stable. But you understand the risk. Recovery after trauma like this… it’s unpredictable.”Unpredictable.I nodded. “I understand.”But I didn’t, not really.Because how could anyone truly understand what it meant to carry someone’s survival in your hands?I turned away from the desk and went back to find the doctor one last time.He stood outside Hayden’s room, flipping through a file.When he saw me, he gave a small nod.“You’re taking him home today.”“Yes.”He exhaled. “Then list

Cecilia POVI had always believed mirrors told the truth.Not the soft truth people wanted to see.The sharp and unforgiving one.The one that showed whether you were ready.I stood before the full-length mirror in the hotel suite, smoothing my hands down the silk of my dress.It was champagne-colored, hugging my curves nicely.My back was exposed, just how I liked it, and my breasts popped out just a little.Perfect.I tilted my chin slightly.Tonight was not about romance.It was positioning and it was about getting leverage.“Turn around.”My mother’s voice came from behind me.I hadn’t heard her enter.I obeyed, rotating slowly.The dress flowed smoothly around my legs before settling perfectly back into place.She stood near the door, her arms crossed, studying me with a calculating eye. Then, slowly, she smiled.“You look absolutely breathtaking,” she said.I allowed myself a small one in return.“He won’t know what hit him.”“That’s not the goal,” I replied quietly, turning bac

Charlotte POV“Can I speak now?”The boardroom was quiet now as twenty set of eyes locked on me.The room felt suffocating, my words lodging in my throat.My pulse hammered in my ears. My palms were damp against the fabric of my trouser, but I kept my posture straight.If I was going to do this, I would not shrink.I swallowed the lump in my throat, then stepped foward.“I’ll be honest,” I began, forcing myself not to look away from the men and women who had the power to dismantle everything with a vote. “I don’t know a thing about running this company.”A murmur rippled across the table.Some turned to each other in surprise, others openly whispering…I let the reaction settle before continuing.“I don’t understand quarterly margins the way you do. I don’t know the intricacies of our international partnerships. I don’t even know what half the financial terminology in those reports means.”“And I won’t insult you by pretending I do,” I added firmly.That quieted them a bit.My heart w

Cecilia POVWhen I turned to face Aiden fully now, his face hit me like a tidal wave.There was something theatrical about him.His movements were fluid but unpredictable, like he could pivot from laughter to violence without warning.“Well,” his voice was smooth and low, “to what do I owe this delightful surprise?”He stopped a few feet in front of us, head tilted slightly.Then he smiled slowly.“Cecilia, I presume,” he said slowly, tasting my name like it amused him. “You didn’t call ahead. I’m wounded.”“We didn’t think you’d answer,” my mother replied smoothly.He laughed softly.“True.”He walked to the bar cart without breaking eye contact as I walked to my seat slowly and carefully.“Drink?” he offered casually. “Whiskey? Wine? Something a little more… celebratory?”“We’re fine,” I said flatly.He ignored that and poured himself a glass of amber liquid anyway.“Such discipline,” he murmured before taking a slow sip.Then he set the glass down and began walking toward me.He st