All Chapters of For The Blind Billionaire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

My knees almost gave out.It felt like the air had been sucked right out of the room, leaving only the pounding of my heart echoing in my ears. Cecilia’s laughter still lingered in the background, low and poisonous, and Hayden’s silence beside me felt like a noose tightening around my neck.He’d heard her. He’d heard everything.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe. My hands trembled as I tried to reach for my purse, to do something, anything to distract from the sheer panic clawing up my throat.The silence stretched on. Too long. Too heavy.Then Hayden leaned closer. His breath brushed against my ear, warm and calm in a way that made my chest ache.“Charlotte,” he murmured, his tone smooth… deliberate. “So that’s your real name, hmm?”My body went rigid.He said it like he’d known all along. Like it was no revelation at all.I couldn’t find my voice. My lips parted, but no words came out. He chuckled softly, the sound low and quiet, his mouth close enough for me to feel it gh

Charlotte’s POVI nearly dropped my fork when he said it.It was after dinner, the house so quiet I could hear the faint hum of the chandelier lights. Hayden was across from me, calm as ever, swirling the last of his wine like it had secrets only he could taste.“I’ve been thinking,” he said casually, voice smooth but deliberate, “maybe it’s time I get to know your family a little better.”My stomach twisted.“My… family?”He nodded once, his milky-blue eyes lifting slightly toward me as though he could see the panic spreading over my face. “Yes. We’re married now. It feels strange that I’ve never met them properly.”I forced a laugh, too high-pitched, too fake. “Oh, you really don’t need to trouble yourself with that.”“Trouble myself?” His head tilted slightly. “Why would meeting my wife’s family be a trouble?”The word wife hit harder than I wanted it to. I felt my throat tighten. “It’s just… they can be a bit much. Loud. Overbearing. I wouldn’t want you to ”He interrupted quietly

Charlotte’s POVThe car rolled to a stop outside the grand ballroom, and my heartbeat climbed straight to my throat.Through the tinted glass, I could already see the flood of guests… the shimmer of sequins, the glitter of champagne flutes, the soft hum of strings and laughter. Every second the car door stayed closed, my nerves coiled tighter.Hayden sat beside me, perfectly composed, hands resting lightly on his cane. Even without sight, he looked devastatingly in control. Calm. Unbothered. Unreadable.Meanwhile, my palms were slick with sweat.“You’re quiet,” he said at last, his voice smooth and low. “Cold feet?”“Try heart attack,” I muttered, clutching my clutch so tightly I thought it might snap in two.His lips curved faintly. “Relax. You’re supposed to be glowing.”“I am glowing,” I said sharply. “From panic.”That earned a quiet chuckle from him, deep enough to send heat crawling up my spine. “You worry too much about appearances.”“Easy for you to say. You’re not walking int

Charlotte’s POVI should’ve known she wouldn’t stay quiet for long.Cecilia always had a flair for theatrics, and tonight was no different.She arrived fashionably late, of course. Like a storm waiting for the perfect time to ruin the weather. The music softened as she swept into the ballroom, all diamonds and confidence, her laughter just a touch too loud, her perfume spreading like a territorial claim.And just like that, the air shifted.Eyes followed her. Some out of admiration, others out of caution. She was the kind of woman who thrived on being seen, on being envied, on being the spark that made everything burn.But for once… she wasn’t the brightest light in the room.That belonged to Hayden.Or maybe to the illusion of us.Because as he stood beside me, quiet and composed, everyone’s attention tilted our way. His name carried power, and his presence even without sight commanded the space effortlessly. And me, in the gown he’d chosen, suddenly felt like the woman everyone want

Charlotte’s POVI felt him before I saw him.That cold ripple that crawled up my spine, that sick, familiar silence that always came before Jacob appeared.The laughter in the room dimmed. The music faltered just a touch. I didn’t need to turn around to know who had just walked into my parents’ ballroom.I could sense it the shift, the tension, the way my mother’s voice pitched higher, brighter, too eager.“Oh, Jacob! What a surprise!” she chirped.A surprise. Of course.My pulse stumbled. The air seemed to thicken as his footsteps approached, steady and arrogant, like he owned the floor beneath him.Cecilia was already smiling wide, victorious. “You made it,” she said softly, her tone dripping with smug delight.“I couldn’t refuse your invitation,” he replied, voice low, that same velvety tone I once found charming. “Especially after hearing who else would be here.”He didn’t say my name. He didn’t have to.I felt Hayden’s head tilt slightly beside me, his expression unreadable. “Who