All Chapters of For The Blind Billionaire : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Charlotte’s POVThe room was smaller than I expected, but then again, it didn't make any difference.The interrogation room has only two chairs and one desk between them.That's all.No windows or other items at all.It felt like a white room.I could hear my own breathing too clearly as I stepped inside, the sound my steps echoing loudly off the walls.The door closed behind me.I moved toward one of the chairs and sat, folding my hands in my lap because I didn’t know what else to do with them.They wouldn’t stop trembling if I let them hang free.This wasn’t real. This was just one big nightmare happening and I couldn't just wake up.That thought came first.Then another one followed immediately.Harry.My mind kept circling back to her face. The way she had looked at me this morning and then that cold smirk she had on her lips.That wasn't just me seeing thing, right?My stomach twisted violently, and I swallowed hard, pressing my tongue to the roof of my mouth.Did she do it?Did H

Charlotte’s POVThe moment I pushed the door open, the image infront of me stilled me completely.For a moment, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me.That what I was seeing wasn’t real.I hoped, I really hoped for my mental health that it was the exhaustion or the fear, or the humiliation I faced some hours hap from the paparazzi’s….I hoped it was everything I had been holding together since I saw Agnes’s lifeless body at the garden, fjag it had finally snapped something inside my head.But I blinked hardly and pulled it open, I was here, they were here…, and it was the reality.My phone slipped from my fingers and hit the marble floor with a dull clatter, the sound echoing louder than it should have in the dining room.I stared at them for a moment, unable to even speak.Hayden.Cecilia.The image of her lips pressed against his still replayed in my mind as I staggered back a little.“Hayden…” My voice came out broken and hollow. “What the hell?”The room seemed to hold its br

Hayden POV Morning came without mercy.The bright light from the sun streamed into my room casting a warm glow on me. I grunted as I sat up right taking in the noises from outside my room. I could hear the footsteps of maids moving tro and fro the the mansion, the grounding scent of warm coffee thag drifted into my room. It felt like a normal morning, but to be honest, that was what unsettled me most.I sat still for a long while, staring into the darkness behind my eyelids. But my mind was already sharp and awake, as memories from last night slammed into me.Charlotte walking in.The sound of her phone hitting the floor.I could hear the way her breath had caught as she took in the scene. The silence that followed after that, heavier than any scream.That kiss wasn’t supposed to happenCecilia initiated it! She fucking caused it.. But if I was to be honest with myself I couldn't blame all of that on her. It was just as my fault as it was hers.I exhaled slowly and pushed mysel

Hayden’s POV The fabric brushed against my skin as unseen hands moved around me, adjusting, checking, tightening my suit. Someone smoothed my jacket and another pressed a cool metal clip against my collar.I stood still, my hands resting lightly on my cane, letting them work.From behind the curtain, I could hear it.The rumbling of the crowd.I could feel the anticipation building up from here even. “Final check,” one of the men said softly.I nodded once.A few of them moved around, just working their hands around my cloth making sure everything was set.Then Lyra entered. Her footsteps were quick and sharp, her heels clicking loudly. She stopped just in front of me.“It’s time, sir.”I inhaled slowly, letting in a deep breath. “Alright,” I said, my tone clipped. She stepped in front of me, then pulled open the curtain. I stepped forward now, my cane tapping on th marble floor.The sound of it echoed louder than usual, but then, it was swallowed by the incredible roar that g

Charlotte POV The sound of the door opening abruptly, felt like a death sentence.It swung inward, the night air rushing in. Every muscle in my body somehow reacted before my mind could.I dropped my figure to the floor in a flash.l, landing hard on my back. The phone slid from my fingers as I ducked under the bed, my heart slamming so hard against my ribs I was certain it would give me away.And then, Harry stepped inside.Her shoes clicked softly against the marble floor, her steps careful and unbothered. From where I lay, I could only see her ankles first, those black flats, scuffed at the edges. Then the hem of her skirt as she moved farther into the roomI held my breath, trying not to make even the slightest noise.She sighed, her tone irritated and tossed her jacket onto the chair lazily. She opened her drawers, the sound of her rummaging items followed. “Fuck!!” she yelled out on frustration, as she closed the drawer with a loud thud. What was she looking for..? Whate