Novel & Cerita Blind Billionaire

BLIND BILLIONAIRE BRIDE (They call it madness but he calls it love) EPISODE ELEVEN THEME: The fear of men CHICAGO, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA AINSLEY HOSPITAL IN WARD 206 Ria reminisced over the earlier incident with the man who had retrieved her purse at the pack. She had really tried to concentrate on counting her steps back to the ward with the bottle in her hand but then someone had bumped in her way and she lost concentration with the bottle falling off her grip. It didn’t take long for her to hear giggling in the hallway then she realized children were around. She had searched for the bottle of water but couldn't find it and at that point she almost regrett

I had connections in the entertainment industry, so reading gossip like this only fueled my curiosity. This was a massive opportunity to uncover whatever hidden dirt Victor was hiding, because I was absolutely not going to stop until I had gotten my revenge on him. Another one of the more recent blind items I had read last year was about a woman who allegedly went on a date with a famous billionaire with blue eyes. Well, he was the only billionaire I knew who had that exact shade of eyes. I had even tried asking Mr. Peter if he thought Victor was the one being referenced, but what else could I expect from a man who had zero interest in the world of social media?

Bianca’s POV She realized she had made a mistake when she broke off their engagement. Now he was married, and she would fight to end his marriage. She refused to believe he had forgotten her or that someone else had taken her place in his heart. She would not rest until she won Alessandro—and his billions—back. The fact that he was blind no longer mattered, as long as his grandparents weren’t in charge of his business.

He was totally mad and disgusted at how low can she go for fame and wealth, "Hailey Morgan, I'm really ashamed to be your dog for once in my life! you gold digging sl*t!" He couldn't say anything so he just went to his seat and ignored the insults thrown at him. He was still happy despite it after all and in his mind he thought, "Hailey Morgan, you're ambition did something good to me after all, I can conceal my identity for a while but I'll surely shock your whole existence once I reveal my identity." He was thinking deeply on his plans about the project with the Voltaire, knowing that the elder Voltaire is greedy and planning something, he's sure something bad is brewing for him.

Lucian Aldridge. Billionaire. CEO. A titan of industry who had been recently blinded in a high-speed accident that had dominated the headlines for months. And as far as he knew? She was Vivian Lancaster—the high-society socialite who had packed her designer bags and vanished the very second he lost his sight.

What kind of desperation or greed drove someone to risk their life for money they hadn't even begun to steal yet? Damien finished his whiskey and set the empty glass aside, his mind still racing with questions that had no answers. The only thing he knew for certain was that Sadie Blake—Sadie Cross now—was far more complicated than the simple gold-digger Gwen had described in the parking garage. There were layers to her performance, depths to her commitment that didn't quite match the profile of a woman motivated purely by financial gain.

And yet there was something about her presence, her quiet dignity, that made my chest tighten. My phone buzzed again. Eli. “Got anything new?” I asked. “Nothing, man. Have you contacted her?” “Not yet. Going through her background,” I replied. I paused at her photo, her honey-brown eyes staring back innocently. I had left her the morning after without much thought, and now damn. She had refused money and a car ride from my team. She seemed respectable but also stubborn, and real. Eli chuckled through the phone. “First time a girl’s stared down a billionaire, huh?”

". Five minutes ago you discovered him with your sister." The rain grew louder in her ears. Silence fell between them. This wasn't a guess. He knew everything. "Who are you?" she demanded. He opened the car door. Stepped out. Rain dripped from his coat.. He seemed unbothered. Close his presence was overwhelming. "Adrian Blackwood " he said. The name hit her like a punch. Everyone in the city knew that name. Adrian Blackwood. Youngest billionaire in the country. Ruthless CEO who had built an empire before thirty.

The passcode to the exclusive wing is ‘I’m blind’ and I’ll send somebody to drop off a card that you’ll need along with that to get in. And then the call ended. She had tried calling back, but it went straight to voicemail. Just as promised, she received a card from a delivery guy. She wasn’t sure why the person called for her specifically. She was a failure as a reporter and Julian...Julian Maverick was a businessman, the most successful of them all. His company established a worldwide presence and consistently topped the charts. The man was a billionaire; he walked on Gucci and spat out Balenciaga. His only flaw was the rumours that he’s an undercover thug.

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .