Novel & Cerita Blind Billionaire

"And he believed you?" She smiled into her drink before taking a sip. "Why wouldn't he? Men like Damon are dangerous because they're intelligent. But being the smartest person in the room always makes one blind to what's right under their noses. He thinks he's the only one who knows how to wield a knife. He doesn't realize mine is already resting beneath his chin." Helena was really in a class of her own wasn't she? "So how exactly does this work?" "He'll purchase the building, fund the business, and have everything registered through a nominee."

Now I'm wearing his dead wife's name like a second skin, and the walls of this glittering cage are closing in. The man beside me shifts in his chair. Alexander Blackwood. A billionaire and a widower. He is the reason I'm trapped in this lie. He doesn't look at me. He's staring at his own glass, jaw tight, eyes distant. He's been like this all night. Like he's bracing for something. Maybe he should be. I turn back to the crowd. Julian is gone. My fingers tighten around the champagne flute. Let me take you back to where this started. Back when I was invisible. Back before I knew I had a sister. Back before I learned that some families bury their secrets so deep, they forget they're standing on

. If she pushed back against me now, she would surely find herself in the spotlight for all the wrong reasons. Scarlett gritted her teeth. "Fine, ten million it is." She couldn't believe that anyone would be willing to pay more for this damaged item. As Scarlett made her bid, a few paddles were surprisingly raised in response. "Fifteen million!" "Twenty million!" "Thirty million!" ... In the blink of an eye, the stamp had reached fifty million. Scarlett, for the sake of her pride, had to keep bidding, though her fingers trembled like leaves in the wind. I smirked. It seemed there were indeed people willing to pay a hefty price for this worthless piece of junk. I turned to the man beside me,

Right there above her eyebrow, she had a mole the size of a small grape. I almost started laughing at how ridiculous she looked. "I'm not into plain and ugly," I told her flatly. Her jaw actually dropped open. "Wow. And here I was genuinely worried I might've hurt you. My bad." "You think I'm buying this accident story?" I shot back. "You definitely saw me leaving that club and thought..." "Oh yes," she interrupted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's exactly what happened. I ride my beat-up bicycle around town every single night, just hoping to crash into random rich guys in expensive suits. Congratulations, you're tonight's lucky victim."

Matthew's First-Person POV Evelyn Carter said, "I lost a game back at the bar, so I just picked some random guy to do the dare with. I didn't expect him to be this easy to fool. I pretended to be blind and stayed with him for a whole year, and he actually believed it without question." Lewis Ross pressed on with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Don't you ever get bored having to keep this up for so long?" Evelyn fell silent for a moment.

he murmured before turning and striding out of the room, leaving me alone with a man who already loathed my presence. The room was enveloped with silence. I studied him for a moment; His blindfold was tied neatly around his head, the silky material blending into his dark hair. Without the hospital gown, he looked even more like the man I’d heard about, Xander Sinclair, billionaire heir, cold businessman, and now, an injured man who had no idea how to accept help. His chest rose and fell evenly, but his fingers twitched slightly, as if he were holding himself back from reacting further.

My past, Blaire found out about it. “See? That’s why you’re going to do it. In Yu Bin’s office, behind his desk, there’s this part of the wall that isn’t concrete, it’s a safe and he’s got a lot of gold bars there, I just need five. Take those for me, and you’ll never see me again, I promise,” she smiled. I couldn’t believe this, I hid that part of my life so well, it was almost impossible to find anything about that, but Blaire found out. She figured me out and was blackmailing me. I hated her, everything about her, she was a witch, the worst kind.

It was Adrian Bishop, a billionaire known for his cutthroat business tactics and an unwavering obsession with Ethan's success. "Amelia, Ethan, how lovely to see you," Adrian greeted us, his voice dripping with false charm. "I have a proposition for you. Care to join me for a little game of chance?" Ethan and I exchanged a glance, a mix of curiosity and caution flickering in our eyes. We had heard tales of Adrian's high-stakes gambling ventures, where fortunes were won and lost in the blink of an eye. We knew better than to underestimate his cunning and the lengths he would go to in order to achieve his goals.

“Maybe you’re the key, Alissia. Maybe you were always meant to be part of this.” I laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. “You’re all crazy. This is ridiculous.” “No, it’s not,” Demitri says, his eyes narrowing in frustration. “I’ve seen your account. The money you have? Barely scratches the surface of what your uncle had. He moved vast amounts of money, hiding it. He was...” Blake hesitates, searching for the right words. “Like a spy, but not for the government. More like a stalker, a hacker. He gathered dirt on people—powerful people—and blackmailed them. Within a year, he was a billionaire, all paid in hush money. People think he crossed a line, got his hands on something too dangerous, som

Sebastian tilted his head to the side, a smile adorning his face. “And why is that?” He asked. “I’m a fucking billionaire. I am not someone who goes missing and the world doesn’t talk about. Do you know who the fuck my mother is? She will comb the face of this earth if she doesn’t speak to me today. I am not a nobody.” The words rang in my head. He was not a nobody, was he trying to mock me? To splash the situation back in my face? That was a fucking low blow and it made me curl in pain.