All Chapters of For The Blind Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Charlotte’s POVThe last thing I expected after the play was a black card.It was handed to me like a sentence. Sleek. Cold. Endless.Hayden didn’t even bother to look my way as he spoke. “You’ll need this. For the wedding. Dress, jewelry whatever you think fits.”I stared at it, the gold lettering catching the light like an accusation. “This isn’t necessary.”“Everything is necessary,” he replied. “Appearances, especially.”“I can manage ”He tilted his head slightly, a faint smile ghosting his lips. “I’m sure you can. But humor me.”There it was again his tone. Polite enough to pass as kindness, heavy enough to remind you that refusal wasn’t an option.So, I took it. “Thank you.”He nodded once, already walking away, cane tapping like a heartbeat against the marble floor.I wanted to throw the card into the nearest drain. Instead, I tucked it deep inside my purse and swore to myself I wouldn’t touch it unless it was life or death.That promise lasted exactly six hours.Not because I

Charlotte povFor a long moment, he said nothing. Just that still, unreadable face that made me feel like he was seeing straight through me blindness or not.Then Hayden finally spoke, his voice smooth, composed. “Since we’re both here,” he said, “why don’t we have a drink? We have… preparations to discuss.”I hesitated. “Here?”“Unless you’d rather shout over the paparazzi outside.”No. Definitely not that.He gestured toward the VVIP lounge, and within minutes, his security team had cleared the space. The music dimmed, the lights softened, and the entire section of the bar became ours or his, really.Then came the drinks.Dozens of them elegant glasses lined up on the marble table, every one of them something Cecilia had probably ordered in excess. I recognized the expensive champagne, the glint of amber whiskey, the soft blush of rosé.Hayden tilted his head, sensing my hesitation. “You don’t drink?”“I do,” I lied quickly, forcing a smile. “Just… not usually this early.”He ch

Charlotte’s POVThe phone started ringing again before I’d even finished my brrakfast.Once.Twice.Three times.I flipped it over, face down, like that could make the noise stop.It didn’t.I pressed my fingers against my temples. “God, not now…”Hayden had left the room barely ten minutes ago, and I was still trying to breathe normally, still replaying the way he’d leaned close enough for his words to graze my skin.Now Jacob’s name was flashing across my screen like a curse I couldn’t escape.Decline.A minute later again.Decline.Then again.I hissed through my teeth, gripping the phone. “You just don’t quit, do you?”I waited for silence, for mercy. But Jacob had never understood either word.The fourth call came, and I realized the only way to end it was to answer.I stood quickly, pushing the chair back so it scraped against the floor. “Excuse me,” I muttered to no one, walking out toward the window where the air felt less suffocating.When I picked up, I didn’t bother hiding

Charlotte’s POV“Cecilia, it’s been three days. You can’t keep dodging me,” I said into the phone, pacing the length of the guest room.“I can and I will,” she replied lazily. “Why are you so obsessed with me?”“Because you were supposed to tell me what happened during that therapy session!”“I told you already… it was boring.”“You said nothing!” I snapped. “I risked everything by letting you go in my place. The least you can do is tell me what happened!”Her laugh was sharp and dry. “Why? So you can analyze every word like you always do? Jacob this, Jacob that… you haven’t changed, Char. You’re still that girl chasing his shadow.”My stomach twisted. “Don’t start.”“I’m just saying,” she went on, ignoring me. “The man couldn’t shut up about me. The therapist was sitting there pretending to care while he talked about how I was the one that got away… how he could never love anyone else. It was pathetic, really.”My throat went dry. “You’re lying.”She laughed again. “Why would I lie?

Charlotte’s POVI didn’t even want to go. For this second therapy session.If it weren’t for closure… or curiosity… or the need to see his signature on those divorce papers with my own eyes, I never would have stepped into that sterile little room again.The scent of coffee, expensive perfume, and something citrusy hung in the air. The therapist smiled politely as she gestured for me to sit. “Charlotte, it’s good to see you again. We’re just waiting for Mr. Denver.”My name in her mouth felt heavy. “Right.”I folded my hands in my lap, staring at the clock, counting every second.Then the door opened.Jacob walked in like the room had been built to spotlight him. Crisp navy suit, hair slicked back just enough to look deliberate, that lazy confidence that used to pull me in.Not anymore.Even the therapist blinked twice before composing herself. “Mr. Denver,” she said, almost too warmly. “Please, take a seat.”He smiled at her, charming as always. “Of course.”The silence that followed