Blind Billionaire Novels & Stories

Everything was staged to get me to agree with this. Still speechless, my shaking hands found their way to cover my lips. Is it because I'm her property that she'll be able to do this to me? Fuck. This isn’t fair at all. This is not what a normal human does. She's a psychopath, a control freak, and a fucking sadist all rolled into one. I'm beginning to regret questioning her on that particular day. I should not have asked her; now I have no choice but to sign this contract. Shit. She’s a monster just like Nicholas. I can't believe I was duped. Cold sweats streamed down my brow as I clenched my fists to keep my hands from quivering. There’s no way I will fall in love with her. I will never fal

As impossible as it sounds, she is ambitious and optimistic. Her life changes when she meet a man and his goal is to bring her out of the dark. Ian Bryant, a billionaire whose business is rated top five in America. He has everything; striking looks, intelligence, riches and women pooling at his feet. What more could a man want? He wants her - The blind lady who intrigued him. The woman whose eyes are filled with pains yet manages to push on. The billionaire finds himself in a roller coaster fighting his primal desires for her, he has a thirst that only she can quench.

Fear. Real fear. That was what he inspired. Elena finally understood who he truly was. Not just a wealthy stranger. Not just a powerful man. Damien Blackwood. The billionaire whose name dominated newspapers, business magazines, and whispered conversations across the city. Cold-hearted. Untouchable. Dangerous. And she had slept with him. A terrifying silence settled over the room as Damien stared directly at her. His expression revealed absolutely nothing. But those dark eyes? Those eyes remembered her. Every inch of her. “Everyone out.” The command came calm. Deadly calm. Nobody moved at first. One executive blinked nervously. “Mr. Blackwood, the interview sched—”

She tried to lean in closer, but the man noticed, raised his head, and passed the newspaper to her. Vienna thanked him and took it. Her eyes widened as she read the headline and quickly flipped the page. > “It has been revealed that the famous Alan Clinton, of the Clinton Empire, has lost his sight due to the accident that occurred a month ago. He will be unable to continue running the affairs of the company for now. The assistant CEO, Mr. Karen, has been announced to take over the running of the business.” Vienna read the news again, bewildered. Even though she had wished for karma to catch up with Alan and Benita, she never imagined that he would one day become blind.

Despite everything – the attack, the threatening message, Emily's warning, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. What kind of secrets was he hiding? And more importantly, was I ready to find out? "Acadia? Are you still there?" Emily's voice brought me back to our conversation. "Yeah, sorry. What exactly did you find?" I walked back to my room as I spoke, needing privacy for this conversation. Emily lowered her voice. "His family... they're connected to some serious underground operations. I'm talking money laundering, blackmail, corporate espionage. But here's the weird part, Dante seems to be the only clean one."

The man disappeared with no funeral or press coverage. Despite being a billionaire, no one knew what businesses he actually ran or what he didn’t have his claws in, and they sure as hell didn’t speak of it out loud. Rapha had ears in this club, even under the floor. Vantablack Temple didn’t run on money, it ran on fear of what Rapha might be watching. Who he might touch. What he might choose to burn.

"The accounts are in your name. The burner phone used to text him, to threaten him, to demand millions of dollars in exchange for your silence—it was registered under your national identity number. Do you take me for a fool? Do you think a few pretty smiles and a calm face can erase a digital footprint?" "I think a man as brilliant as Alexander Sterling shouldn't be so easily blinded by anger that he fails to see a frame-job!" Seraphina argued, her voice dropping to a fierce, intense whisper. She refused to back down, her brown eyes blazing with the truth. "Think about it! If I were the greedy, calculating sociopath you think I am, why would I use my own name? Why would I register a blackmai

They were bright even at night when there was no source of light to look when there was no source of another human between us when there was nothing but nature. I know he isn't romantic, and maybe I am not the romantic one too but at this moment for a second, I closed my eyes and felt his closeness to my heart. Blake Jensen was standing right near close to my heart, he was the billionaire of the country and I was the girl of the roads, we were different from each other in everything, he was the one whom I have pledged never to run to. Yes, I remember the day when I took the pledge to not run into any billionaire but look at me now, look at the scarcity of my life.

We wеrеn’t blіnd drunk, but nо jury is gоіng tо truѕt a witness that dоwnеd mоrе thаn tеn ѕhоtѕ of tequila before сlаіmіng ѕhе соuld іdеntіfу a bunсh of guys in the dаrk. Thе сорѕ muѕt know that. Blake іѕ fuсkіng wіth mе. Emоtіоnаllу аnd mеntаllу. I hаvе less reason to truѕt hіm thаn hе does to truѕt me. Is thіѕ some kіnd of rеvеrѕе рѕусhоlоgу they tеасh thеm in the асаdеmу, оr is he асtuаllу just ѕсrеwеd uр?

But her mind kept drifting. Towards Leo, his surgery, and towards Damien. The name alone made her nervous. A billionaire who wanted her to simply hold him while he slept. She g****e searched him and found out that he’s a billionaire, who owns hotels, shipping companies, and media houses. There isn’t much information about him, and she doesn’t want to get curious about him. Her phone remained silent throughout the day. She noticed Mia wasn't in class. After the lecture ended, Cynthia sent her a message.