All Chapters of THE BLIND BILLIONAIRE LITTLE STRAY : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The bell above the glass entrance door gave a sharp jingle. Ayla tightened her grip on the tray. Three cups of steaming cofee wobbled dangerously, and her empty stomach twisted. She hadn't eaten. Someone brushed past her from behind, too fast and close hitting her elbow. The tray jerked. The cups tipped. Hot coffee splashed across the man who had just stepped inside. “Oh my god—I’m so sorry,” Ayla gasped, dropping into a half-bow without thinking. The man didn’t move. He stood tall, dressed head-to-toe in black. Dark sunglasses hid his eyes. A polished cane rested in his hand. Xavier Cole. Owner and founder of ColeTech Innovations—a global tech empire known for smart lenses, communication glasses, AI hardware, and devices way too advanced for the average person to afford. He also owned Cole Security, Cole Labs, and half the buildings on the same street. Rumor had it he built all of it from nothing, no inheritance, no family money—just a mind sharp enough to s

A sleek red Maserati rolled to a stop in front of the luxurious, black-glass building of Maison L’Opale, the most elite restaurant in the district. The driver hurried out, but the first thing that touched the pavement was a pair of sharp crimson heels. Then Lady Vivienne emerged—elegant, cold, and beautifully dangerous. She pulled off her sunglasses with a slow, practiced motion, her gaze sweeping across the flawless architecture. She didn’t smile. Vivienne never smiled unless she wanted something. She walked inside. Gold lighting. Velvet booths. The kind of silence only the wealthy could afford. Vivienne spotted Madam Sera immediately—perfect hair, perfect diamonds, perfect reputation that everyone secretly knew was a lie. The two women exchanged soft, polite greetings, both pretending not to dislike each other. Vivienne sat first, crossing her legs, placing her sunglasses neatly beside her. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting, Madam Sera.” Sera gave a gentle sh

Clarissa returned from the drinks table, holding a glass carefully in her hand. She approached Xavier, trying to catch his attention, tilting her head in that same playful way she always did. “Here, I got this for you,” she said, offering the glass, her smile bright and teasing. Xavier didn’t move. His hands rested on his cane, fingers wrapped lightly around it, posture straight and controlled. He didn’t even glance in her direction. “You really don’t trust me, do you?” she asked, her voice soft but carrying that playful note, as if coaxing him to respond. “I don’t trust gestures,” Xavier said flatly, his voice low, almost clipped. Clarissa blinked, her grin faltering just slightly, though she didn’t let it show. “Come on… it’s just a drink. I mean, it’s not like I’d hurt you—” “I'll pass." he said quietly. Her lips pressed together for a brief moment, frustrated, then amused. She let out a light sigh and set the glass down on the table, the soft clink barely audible ove

The steady beep of the machine pulled Ayla out of a shallow, restless sleep.She stirred, her neck stiff, her cheek pressed awkwardly against the edge of the bed. For a moment she didn’t move, just listened—to the machine, to the quiet hum of the hospital, to the fragile rhythm of her mother still being here.Slowly, she stood and walked to the window. She drew the curtain aside and pushed it open a little. Cool morning air brushed against her face, carrying the faint sounds of the city waking up—distant cars, muted voices, life continuing outside these walls. She closed her eyes briefly, breathing it in, as if it might steady her.She turned back to the bed and yawned, stretching until her back ached. Her eyes burned from crying, from not sleeping, from pretending she was strong when she wasn’t.o She looked down at her mother. Pale. Too still. She reached out and carefully adjusted the blanket, smoothing it like she had done a thousand times before.“Good morning, Mom,” she whispere

The black car rolled into the lot in front of ColeTech, slowing smoothly before coming to a stop. The engine settled into a low hum before going quiet.Xavier remained seated in the back.His fingers tapped once against the leather armrest, slow and deliberate. He didn’t move when the door opened.Outside, Greg—his business assistant—had already stepped out of the car. The driver stayed where he was, eyes forward.Xavier’s phone buzzed in his hand.He answered without hesitation. “Yes?”The voice on the other end was efficient, slightly hurried. “Sir, I’ve shortlisted three candidates for the personal assistant position.”Xavier tilted his head just a fraction. “Bring them to my estate tonight.”A pause. Then, “Understood, sir.”The call ended.Xavier set the phone aside and leaned back, hands folding neatly in his lap. Greg opened the door wider.“Sir,” Greg said quietly.Xavier stepped out.The moment he did, nearby staff paused in their movements. Conversations lowered. A few head