Blind Billionaire Novels & Stories

Clenching tightly unto my heart, at last the City's famous cold hearted billionaire couldn't take it anymore and cried ever so horribly. Damn, what a shitty story indeed!

Dillian laughed provocatively, a mischievous smile dancing across his lips. “That’s true…” I growled sarcastically, baring my fangs as I watched Dillian avoid my eyes in unease, surprising everyone. “It is a fact that my mate has been blind since birth. It is also true that Nocturnus marked her with his magic. Doesn’t that make you question why? Why would the Moon Goddess assign a blind she-wolf to her most loyal and supreme warrior? Why would the Dark God go through the trouble of marking her instead of killing her?”

“Arthur...“ “It started...magically. Like gravity had pulled us in. Our heartbeats were synched. Our thoughts aligned. Like we were fated to be each other's other half.“ Arthur Belmont had survived the foggy morning, gruesome accident that claimed the lives of his parents at the age of 10. He was the only survivor. But it was at a price. His sight was gone. Orphaned and blinded on the same day, Arthur Belmont knew his life would never go back as it was. His perfect life was gone. Memories of that tragic morning haunted his nights. His dreams became nightmares. He was a traumatized, blind kid. Every night, he yelled for his parents, begging them to come take him. This new life wasn't somethin

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."

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.

The headline was in bold. ¶ BLIND ITEM: Which billionaire Alpha heir has been spotted playing house with a low-bred Omega bartender and her conveniently-timed pup? Sources say the heir recently tossed aside a high-profile engagement to a well-connected Alpha family in favor of his new... acquisition. Friends close to the jilted fiancée are calling it what it is: calculated entrapment by a financially destitute Omega who used the oldest trick in the book. A trap child.¶ I read it again.

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.

"No, I just heard a very funny joke." As she said this, she got someone to take her place in the game and walked to the living room. "Were you swayed?" Layla asked Liam. Sycophantically, Liam said, "Indeed, but it's just a shame …" "What's a shame?" "It's a shame that she doesn't have that kind of ability. She talks a big game, but she doesn't have any skills and doesn't know what she can do." Layla's smile only got wider. "It's good that you're aware of this. As long as you get Sloan to choose me, I'll have Eddy give you guys more business. You'll each get much more than those few hundred million dollars."