Blind Billionaire Novels & Stories

I said. His jaw was tight. The muscle there working in the way it did when he was containing something large. "Damien," I said quietly. "He just put your medical information in a press conference." "I know," he said. "Your blindness. Your procedure. Your fifty percent." "I know," he said. "In public," I said. "To hurt you." "I know," he said. For the third time. Each one quieter than the last. I looked at him. At the tight jaw and the still hands and three years of a private life being dismantled piece by piece by a man who had decided that if he couldn't win legally he would win by burning everything down.

I sprinted towards Denver’s door which was at the far end of the hallway. Reaching the door, I wasted no time in yanking it open. “Poison… don’t eat, your food…. I sputtered trying to catch my breath with tears streaming down my face. “Calm down butterfly, I know”. He answered calmly. I didn’t have time to react to the pet name. I looked at him with disbelief and confusion. Taking my silence as confusion, he continued “ I have a lot of enemies Mia. I’m a blind billionaire, do you for once think I will go a day without being protected?”

If someone would know of our deal, I can never erase the fact that I got blinded by the money and the will to get rid of my father's company debt and that I overlooked my own dignity. I feel Lilian’s hands grasping mine as she puts down her glass of wine. "How do you know that, Bethy. This are just speculation.” "I... we're in two different worlds. He's a billionaire while I…if the world gets to know….I don’t even want to think about it Lilian.”

“Innocent? You think that matters to me?” His eyes widened. He tried to lean back, hands up. “I’m at fault. He didn’t do anything… I’m his father. I want him safe. Please!” I yanked his shirt up roughly, clawed hands gripping his cheek. Johnny froze, lips parting in horror—and I knew what he saw. The wolf. A monster. Good. “O-Oh God… you’re… another monster…” he stammered. I pressed just enough to draw blood, teeth bared slightly. “Multi-millionaire son of Johnny Hernandez, CEO of Capital Group, has gone missing; suspected kidnapping. You let that air.”

“You were on my side before you were trapped in his system. You were his before you were anyone’s asset. Now you’re… something else. If you want out, really out, you can’t just burn his house down emotionally. You have to gut his systems. And you can’t do that alone.” “I have Mila,” I said. “I have the serpent card. I have access to his files.” “You have pieces,” he said. “He has infrastructure. People. Money. Contracts. And a lot fewer rules than you think.” “And you?” I asked. “Where do you fit in this, besides hacking my elevator and almost killing a valet with your bike?” He smiled faintly. “I’m the one who knows his blind spots,” he said. “Because I helped build a few of them. I’m also

Damien Vale—stone-hearted billionaire, man who claimed he couldn’t feel—had just admitted the unthinkable. And that made him more dangerous than ever.

Now where the hell is my son? I ignored his cutting words. I tried not to think about how I had given myself to this man who I thought was different, when he was in fact no different from other men. He was just another lying man, like all the rest, who had deceived my mother, ruining her reputation. Blaine was a selfish billionaire who would do anything to get a woman in his bed, and then dump her afterward. “Answer me, Ariel.” He said, through gritted teeth, closing the distance between us.

By the time we screeched into the hospital driveway, I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him. He jumped out of the car first and practically yanked my door open. Before I could “try” to stand, he scooped me up into his arms. Oh, yes. Every nurse coming out of that building saw it, and every patient in the waiting room saw it. Every doctor passing by saw it. Isabelle Blake being carried by Damian Blackwood, New York’s most private, most powerful, most emotionally constipated billionaire. I wanted to fan myself. The staff recognised him immediately. They always did. Money talks, but damn his money screams.

"Or I would take all your businesses, houses, and cars if you disobeyed." I threw my phone through the wall after reading her intimidation towards me. She's a crazy knucklehead mother! I leaned back in my chair and stared at the broken glass of the phone scattered on the floor, realizing something was important in there. "Damn! The picture." I immediately stood up, picked it up, and tried to open it. But it's too late; it's broken. I sat down and sighed. This isn't what I expected to happen. Now, Brandon Rhey, the youngest billionaire of the Wilsome family, has been obligated to comply with the legacy of the family by marrying a woman who is as wealthy as we are.