Semua Bab For The Blind Billionaire : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Charlotte POV When I hit the ground, my pulse jerked up as it hit me. They were after me… The circle around me began close in, slowly but surely.They're voices and their insults began to heighten with each step. “Murderer.”“Disgusting.”“If the cops won’t arrest you already—”“—then we’ll do it ourselves.”My fingers tightened around my cloth as my heart began to pound violently against my ribs, it felt like it might break through.I took a step back, then another, until my shoulders hit a display rack behind me.No way out.They're face stared at me… some of them were furious, others gleeful and others simply curious.Some at the back raised their phones in the air, their cameras recording. I felt exposed, like I was stripped bare under their judgment.“I didn’t do anything,” I said, my voice trembling despite my effort to steady it. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”A heavy wave of laughter answered me, making we feel like a complete joke. Then one man stepped for

Charlotte POV The morning light spilled through my room, carrying a cool breezeBut my mind was long gone from my surroundings. The warning from yesterday still rang in my head long after I saw it.Stop digging, or next time you won’t have your guard there to save you.I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling, my bodyheavy and my thoughts restless.Every sound in the house felt amplified in my ears. Even from the faint hum of electricity in the walls, the distant footsteps of staff beginning their morning routines, the low murmur of voices from somewhere downstairs.I couldn't just shake the thought that someone watching me, maybe even now. I rolled onto my side and pressed my face into the pillow, inhaling slowly.That sinking feeling of fear wanted to settle in my chest and convince me to stay here, wrapped in sheets and denial.To not do anything, whole my name got dragged through the media as a murderer… But fear had already cost me too much and I wasn't going to let it again

Charlotte POVThe warning even now still echoed in my head like a chant.Continue to dig and your guard won’t be there to save you the next time.I paced the length of my room, my bare feet against the plush carpet, turning back and forth like a caged animal. Outside, the city was already awake and buzzing, the morning sun slipping through the curtains as if nothing had changed.But everything had changed.My name was still being dragged through the streets. Murderer.And I was supposed to stop trying to change that because of a threat. I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms.No! Not in this lifetime.Not for money.Not for jealousy.Not for anything.Agnes was dead, and whoever killed her was still walking free…. comfortable enough to threaten me and even to toy with me. That thought alone made my skin crawl.I stopped pacing and stared at my reflection in the mirror. “If I stop now,” I whispered to myself, “they win.”And I wasn’t going to let that happen.They wanted

Charlotte POVThe room felt emptier after the lawyer left.It wasn't just quiet, it felt hollow, as if the walls themselves had absorbed his words and were now echoing them back at me. Arrest warrant. I had to be ready because they could barge in at any time. Hayden didn’t speak immediately.I could hear him breathing, maybe thinking of his next words.I stayed where I was, my arms folded around myself, staring at nothing. My thoughts were chaotic and all over the place.Then, finally, he spoke, his tone calm. “They won’t take you.”I turned toward his voice.“What?” My voice came out thin and a little weak. “They won’t,” he repeated, firmer now. “I won’t allow it.”I let out a shaky laugh that surprised even me. “You won’t allow it?” I asked. “Hayden, the police don’t ask for permission.”“They don’t need to,” he said calmly. “Because I’ll make sure it never comes to that.”I stepped closer to him, my heartbeat uneven. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?”He angled his fac

Hayden POVI didn't know if I walked in on something good or maybe bad. Harry's reaction seemed the former, but Charlotte reaction told the exact opposite story. Her walking past me like that stayed with me long after she disappeared down the corridor.I stood there, frozen, my cane planted firmly against the marble floor, my other hand curling slowly into a fist.I listened to the echo of her footsteps as they retreated, becoming softer and softer, until the sound vanished entirely. Something was wrong.No… something had happened.I could feel it the way you feel pressure before a storm breaks. The air around me felt heavy when I walked in on both of them. Harry. The maid Charlotte kept circling back to. The one she had insisted on, while I brushed it off because it was easier to believe in loyalty than betrayal. Had Charlotte been right?Or was this house finally breaking her?I turned slowly and began to walk back toward my bedroom, tapping my cane against the floor. Each