Novel & Cerita Blind Billionaire

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."

Rain hammered against the city like a thousand angry fists. From the twenty-third floor of a rundown apartment building, Seraphina Vale watched the storm swallow the skyline. The city never slept. It lied. It cheated. It buried secrets beneath towers of glass and steel. And somewhere among those towers stood the man she hated most. Damian Blackwood. The name alone made her jaw tighten. At twenty-eight, he was already one of the youngest billionaires in the country. CEO of Blackwood Holdings. Media darling. Ruthless businessman.

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.

he yelled at me that almost make me deaf. Now I understand why Art said that he hopes I could endure the behavior of his friend and also no maid can endure him. Because he is super grumpy. Even though he is blind, he is still grumpy. He should thank that he is handsome even though he's blind so I'm sure he can still find a woman who will love him and replace his dead girlfriend.

David spoke seriously, wanting to eliminate the guilt inside him. "Do I look like a beggar to you, David? I'm not asking for anything from you, not even money, let alone taking responsibility for that night. Besides, no matter how much money you offer, it won't change anything. Let's consider that night as a mistake, so you don't need to take responsibility or intend to compensate. It only makes me feel even more guilty about myself," Chelsea expressed, wishing to erase the memory of that unfortunate night.

"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.

He's a top member of the Mafia clan and is part of the people who called the shot, as Linda had told her. Shit, she should have asked the woman if he was even the one who had struck the idea of hiring her or hiring himself as her assistant to watch her just like the watchdog he was. She better not call him that if he was present, or else she would be dropping dead just as he did with Mr. Fernando with no emotions whatsoever. Wasn't he even more devious than Blake Knight, as he had always claimed Blake was more dangerous? How dangerous could Blake be? He seemed like a pretty nice billionaire throughout her stay in his house. Hell, his place felt peaceful, unlike here.