Todos los capítulos de For The Blind Billionaire : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Charlotte’s POVThe moment I saw the comments multiply, I dialed Cecilia.It barely rang once before she answered, her voice dripping with amusement.“Well, look who finally called,” she said. “Let me guess… crisis mode?”“Cecilia, this isn’t funny,” I hissed. “You need to talk to Jacob. Tell him to take that post down.”She yawned. “Why? It’s not like he said anything untrue.”“He’s lying! You know he’s lying! People are calling me names… do you even understand what this is doing to me?”“Relax, Char. Internet drama dies in a week.”“I can’t afford a week!” I snapped, pacing the floor. “You don’t get it… everyone’s talking about it. My name’s trending for the worst reason possible.”“Well,” she said lightly, “you always wanted people to notice you.”I froze. “Are you seriously mocking me right now?”“Oh, come on,” she chuckled. “It’s a little scandal. You’ll survive. I mean, it’s not like you haven’t been pretending to be me for years.”“Cecilia…” my voice cracked. “He blurred Hayden

Charlotte’s POVFor the first time in weeks, the world was quiet.The posts stopped. The comments faded. The storm that had drowned me finally began to dry up, leaving only the uneasy stillness that comes after disaster.Jacob had made his “apology” post two days ago, claiming he’d acted out of heartbreak and that none of his accusations were true. He didn’t say my name, but everyone knew. The hate slowed… not gone, but quieter.Hayden never mentioned it. Either he hadn’t heard of it, or he was pretending not to. I prayed for the former.And then suddenly… the wedding was three days away.Every time I glanced at the gown hanging near my closet, my chest tightened. The fabric shimmered in the light pure, beautiful, suffocating.Hayden was too busy to notice my unease. He had meetings, investors, endless phone calls that lasted deep into the night. I barely saw him, only the echo of his voice through the walls.Good. The less he focused on me, the longer I could keep the truth hidden.S

Charlotte’s POVI blinked up at the ceiling as the doctor adjusted the sling around my shoulder.“It’s just a dislocation,” he said gently. “You’re lucky… could’ve been worse.”Lucky.My arm throbbed with every heartbeat, and my pride hurt worse.Hayden stood in the corner, silent. His suit jacket was rumpled, his expression unreadable. He hadn’t left the room since we arrived.When the nurse left, I turned to him. “You don’t have to stay.”He didn’t move. “You fell because of me.”“It wasn’t your fault.”“I tripped. You ran toward me.”“You caught me,” I said, trying to smile. “So I’d say we’re even.”He didn’t smile back. His jaw tightened, and his hand curled slightly by his side. “You should rest.”“I’m fine.”“You’re not.”The silence stretched between us, heavy but not uncomfortable… just strange. For two weeks, we’d barely spoken, and now the air felt charged, like we’d stepped into a space we weren’t supposed to share.When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet. “Do you like p

The humiliation burned hotter than fire.I could feel every stare drilling into my back as the guards gripped both my arms, dragging me toward the elevator like I was some criminal being escorted out. The secretary strutted behind us, voice dripping with satisfaction.“Be gentle with her,” she said sweetly. “Wouldn’t want her to bruise before the police get here.”“I told you I’m not a thief!” I snapped, twisting my wrist out of one guard’s grip, pain lancing up my healing arm. “This is all a misunderstanding!”She gave a light laugh. “Of course it is. You’re just another delusional fan who thought pretending to be Mrs. Maxwell would get you inside.”“I am Mrs. Maxwell!” The words tore from my throat before I could stop them.The secretary rolled her eyes. “Security, she’s becoming hysterical. Get her out.”I kicked, twisted, anything to break free, but they were too strong. The metallic taste of frustration filled my mouth. My voice trembled with anger and something dangerously close

“So… about the message,” I began softly, watching him tilt his head slightly toward my voice.Hayden’s hand stilled on his desk. “Message?”“Yes.” I hesitated. “From your eye doctor. There were several missed calls and voicemails. They sounded… important.”He didn’t move. His expression was calm too calm but there was something quiet and guarded in the way his fingers brushed the edge of the desk, tracing the grain of the polished wood.“I see,” he murmured finally.“I wasn’t snooping,” I said quickly. “You know that, right? We switched phones by mistake, and I just… happened to notice.”He nodded slightly. “It makes sense.”His calm tone unsettled me more than anger would have. It was as though he had already decided how little it mattered.“They said it was about more tests,” I continued carefully. “You haven’t been answering.”A faint smile touched his lips cold, resigned. “Because I have no intention of going.”“What? Why?”“Because, Cecilia,” he said quietly, “I’m tired of being