Novel & Cerita Blind Billionaire

“Please. That man was… fine. But blind billionaires aren’t exactly hard to come by.” She raised a brow. “He’s not just any blind billionaire. He’s Hayden Maxwell.” “Don’t remind me.” “You really think you could’ve handled that man? He doesn’t seem like the type to let anyone control him.” “Watch me,” I said coolly, though my voice trembled just a bit. My friend laughed again. “Oh, you’re serious.” “Deadly.” I leaned back, pretending to be relaxed while every nerve in my body screamed otherwise. “He’s still mine. He just doesn’t know it yet.”

Was it the reason his eyes were taken away from him as well? She wanted to know more, but based on his actions, she could tell he harbored anger and wasn't willing to allow anyone to get close to him. He pointed his cane at a young lady, who quickly bent her head. Even when he was blind, she assumed he could see her reaction. "What's your name?" He sang a stern, powerful tune. As she replied, her voice was trembling. "Monica Dunlope?"

This time Alessa patted his back. Alessa couldn’t help but smile to herself. A few months ago this billionaire was terrorizing her, taking away her company, her bed, her pride, but now, she couldn’t help but see that he was just another human being. It seemed the billionaire’s walls were crumbling down, Alessa just needed to verify if it was because of her. Maybe after he spills all of ‘her New York’ out of his system, she would interrogate him.

My screen was already blown up with notifications. ''Harrington Heartbeat: Blind Item.'' '“Which scholarship sweetheart is currently double-dipping in the Silvercrest gene pool? Seems our resident ‘artist’ is painting a masterpiece of manipulation, playing both the Golden Boy and the Biker Rebel. Careful, girlie—if you play with fire and ice at the same time, you just end up wet and burned.”'

He had taken Rhodes' golden boy hostage in one swift move, triggering an all-out conflict with Blumedale's top brass. Antonio's heart pounded harder than it had in years. He thought Andrew was not just dangerous—he played the game at a level that made seasoned veterans break into cold sweats. Andrew glanced at Dylan and Natasha. "There's a guy from Blumedale's underground scene who goes by Phantom Eye. You two know anything about him?" Dylan's face went pale. "What? Kenny actually called in Phantom Eye? That maniac?" Natasha's expression turned serious. "Darling, Phantom Eye got his name because of his missing eye—one of them is completely blind. No one knows his real name, especially us low

said Bina with a nervous smile and regretful tone . " Albert , take her away . Don't bother my ears anymore ! " said madam Dahlia . " As you wish , madam . " said butler Albert and ordered the two bodyguards who were following them from behind to take her out . Bina continued to beg for forgiveness but it was useless . After the two bodyguards dragged Bina out , her parents were fully convinced of her powerful identity . " She really is........a billionaire . " said Nikole worried . " Mom , what's a billionaire ? " asked Alex looking at madam Dahlia confussed .

Annie sat motionless on her bed in the midst of the pitch-black night, feeling like her life had become just as blurry and uncertain as that of a blind person. Like Finn, Annie's future looked bleak with no silver lining, and everything appeared dark and dismal. However, Finn was certainly much luckier than Annie because he was still a wealthy billionaire with considerable assets in the country, with a vast fortune he had amassed when managing his father's company and his own business. In contrast, Annie had nothing. When Annie was in pain and desperate, she couldn't help but look around, feeling lost and sighing deeply. Despite her unwillingness, life had to go on.

A man of secret pity and taste. The harsh billionaire CEO was the facade. This—the man secretly financing solutions and loveliness—was the man. On the drive home to the penthouse, the city lights whizzing by, Davidson at last uttered, "You're not who I believed you were." Brian looked out the window. "I am both men," he breathed. "The one who murders his enemies. And the one who builds clinics. The one who sits on board. And the one who sits in the dark and hears old men play the blues. You don't ask me which of them is real. You ask me which one you want to see.".

In the speed of light Dimitri got of his chair and put his fangs in the man’s neck, only a couple of seconds later the human fell to the ground, lifeless. I was too shocked to even utter a sound, a thought even. I just looked at his body that was drained from it’s color. Dimitri stepped toward the other man next to him and looked him deep into his eyes. “Where’s the money?” He asked again. The man with the hat answered in a monotone voice, “We stole it and locked it in the a safe in one of our warehouses.” I didn’t belief what I saw. It looked like Dimitri entranced him in some way.

“Framed? That’s rich, coming from you.” “Please, Rebecca. I swear, I’m telling the truth,” I pleaded, leaning forward. “They’re blackmailing me. I don’t know who else to turn to.” Her laugh was cold, almost mocking. “The truth? That’s a new one for you," I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling under the surface. “I made mistakes, but this isn’t one of them. Please, just this once, help me.” Her eyes narrowed, and she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You really think I’m stupid, don’t you? That’s a sniper light on your chest, Gabriel. One wrong move, and you’ll be dead before you finish your next sentence.”