Blind Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Do you know what a blind spot is?" Caroline nodded, listening carefully. "Everyone has a blind spot. No matter how capable Eddy is, he can't search every corner of Osbury. I'm simply hiding in his blind spot. That's why he can't find me. For example, he definitely wouldn't expect me to climb over the wall to see you tonight." Caroline partially understood his words. She said, "As long as he doesn't find out, it should be fine." Looking at the bright smile on Caroline's face, Kirk's lips curled into a smile, and he slowly relaxed.

"Go and check." The voices echoed, causing Daisy, still dazed, to startle. Her heart raced in her chest as she tried to grasp her situation. Everything seemed dark and grim to Daisy at that moment. Soon, the blindfold was swiftly removed, revealing her captivity in a dimly lit warehouse. Standing menacingly before her was a ruthless group of thugs. "Who are you people? Why have you kidnapped me?" Daisy's voice trembled with fear, her eyes anxiously scanning from one face to another.

He trusted me even though he said everyone hides something. Why? I look down at the phone in my hand. Silvia's last message still sits there unanswered. "Missing his mama. When are you coming home?" When am I coming home? I came here for answers. I came here to find proof that could pin Xade down. I came here to give my father the justice he deserved. But the longer I stay, the more confused I become. Xade isn't the cold heartless thief I convinced myself he was. He's complicated and very lonely. We share almost the same stories, the same experiences, the same damage that I harbour in my heart.

Samantha noticed my movements and rushed to my side to support me, I couldn't tell how my body was reacting and everyone around me became blurring and switched to black as I travelled to oblivion. **************************************************************************** Thank you for reading DONT FORGET TO COMMENT, VOTE AND SHARE. GOD BLESS YOU

But the other part, the wary part, urged her to wait. If she was going to survive this, she needed to be careful. She had already let herself get blindsided once. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. --- Adrian sat behind his desk, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the screen in front of him. The latest article from Mercer’s camp flashed in bold letters. "Billionaire’s Marriage Scandal: Was It All a Lie?" His grip on the mouse tightened as he scrolled through the article, filled with more insinuations, more half-truths. Mercer was relentless.

she said quietly. Another silence fell between them. Five years ago, they would always have late-night talks before bed. No matter how tired she was, Jade would make time to bond with the blind Zane. She didn’t want him to feel alone, especially since she spent most of the day working herself to the bone to save for his surgery. One night, he made her promise that she would be there when he regained his sight. She had said yes. But in the end, she broke that promise.

the table in shock, my heart beeped in excitement, “Wow finally, after a long while,” I said, standing up to dance, despite the fact that I don't have a mother, Claire's mom, has always been by my side like she was my mom, “I'd love to go bed soon,” I said turning my gaze to Claire who was so focused on her phone, like she was watching something really shocking, “What?!” She shouted and glanced at me, I got curious, and got closer to her. It was a video from the incident that had happened at the club. Someone had recorded the video and sent it to a blogger. Who must this be? “Oh my God, why?” I said using my palm to cover my face in frustration, “Who did this?” Claire asked, sounding so wor

He saw the heir to a dynasty. But he also saw the man who had sent a text asking *“What do you want?”* He realized then that the suspense wasn't in the port deal or the audit. It was in the gala. It was in the eight hours between now and the moment he would have to stand in a room full of people, under the "spectacular" lighting, and pretend that he didn't want Damien Blackwood to ruin him. He opened his desk drawer and pulled out the black silk blindfold he had hidden there—the one he had stolen from *The Veil*. He ran the fabric through his fingers. It felt cold. It felt like the only real thing in his life.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

The anger beneath it. “Then let’s be clear.” Another step. “You’re going down, Desmond Blackwood.” My jaw tightens. “The public doesn’t know what really happened,” she continues. “And people love a story.” Silence. “Tell me,” she says, almost sweetly, “who do you think they’ll believe?” Another step. “A powerful billionaire?” “Or a girl who was used… and thrown away?” My grip tightens against the desk. “I can say whatever I want,” she whispers.