Blind Billionaire Novels & Stories

He still remembered very well when he met Valentino, who at that time claimed to be a businessman from Singapore who wanted to work with David Araya. The man was so elegant and could maintain his etiquette very well. Moreover, he was even generous by giving out much more money than Rosa had given him. No one would ever have guessed that Valentino had a dark side that made everyone afraid of him. "Okay, Mr. Lawyer, if you still want to play cat and mouse with me, go ahead. We'll see how long you can endure your lies. For sure you will never get out of here if you don't say anything to me," said Valentino.

“Of course, Brian Blake Williamson. Why didn’t I know that,” Does she mean Blake was his middle name? She took her smartphone, opened the Internet, and browse Brian Williamson’s name. She showed me the screen. “This is your Blake, Tara?” My body was trembling when I saw his pictures. I opened my mouth to breathe as I took the smartphone in my hand and swiped the screen. The youngest billionaire in the country... The sole heir of Williamson... The most sought bachelor in the country... I continued to read the titles of the websites as there was a lot of information to read.

Sebastian mocked. Zayne shot him a sharp glare. He knew he had absolutely no experience with cards, let alone gambling. All he could do now was pray luck would take his side, so he could drag Elmy home. There was no way he would hand her over to this ugly bastard. “Alright, this is the craziest bet in Midnight Vault history,” the owner announced proudly, making Zayne hiss in disgust. “A woman being fought over by two men. Mr. Raymond Clavaroski—the wealthy loan shark—and Mr. Zayne—the husband rumored to be cheating on his wife.”

"The man in the suitcase? His brother. Looking for answers. Same as me." "Then who—" "Is pretending to be him?" He smiled. Wet teeth. "Your sister's new project. She doesn't cure people. She becomes them." He dropped over the rail. Gone. The buzzer rang again. Longer. Impatient. I walked to the door. Blind again. Slow. Counting steps I didn't need to count. Peeked through the fisheye. Lin. Alone. Sunglasses. White cane. Perfect victim. *Perfect predator.*

The kind of presence that bent attention without trying. Tall. Black tailored suit. Dark hair slightly damp from the rain outside. Sharp grey eyes scanning the room with detached disinterest. Everything about him looked expensive. Controlled. Dangerous. Women stared. Men straightened. One older businessman nearly abandoned his conversation mid-sentence just to shake his hand. Damien barely acknowledged any of them. He moved through the ballroom like someone entirely accustomed to power. Amara looked away quickly. Men like him belonged to another universe entirely. The billionaire paused near the center of the room while several executives gathered around him immediately. Their nervous laught

“Ian, I don’t understand what you are trying to say.” Ian brought out his phone. “Come on, tell me what’s—“ He silenced her with a finger pressed to his lips. And played the file that was sent to him. It was a recording! The deep voice began. "Good day, Mr Ian Bryant. I am sending this recording to share a few things I know about a woman named Ria Robert. I know you are pretty close to her but she is worth nothing at all. Why are you wasting your time helping an opportunist like her? Well I don’t blame you because it seems that you don't know who she really is. I mean her true colors. I will tell you who she is now so you will stay away from her or else you might end up losing everything you

But her mind kept drifting. Towards Leo, his surgery, and towards Damien. The name alone made her nervous. A billionaire who wanted her to simply hold him while he slept. She g****e searched him and found out that he’s a billionaire, who owns hotels, shipping companies, and media houses. There isn’t much information about him, and she doesn’t want to get curious about him. Her phone remained silent throughout the day. She noticed Mia wasn't in class. After the lecture ended, Cynthia sent her a message.

by her ruthless billionaire. Love, Blaq.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized just how many people stood to benefit from his downfall. There was John, his business partner, who had seemed almost too eager to take over the company since the accident. And then there was Micheal, Alexandro's cousin, who had suggested that they run away with his fortune. The very idea made her skin crawl. Clara knew she needed to be careful, watch her back and be vigilant in this world of deceit and greed. She couldn't trust anyone completely, except maybe Nanny Grace and Alex, Alexandro's assistant. But even then, Clara wondered how far she could rely on them. She was new to this world of power and money, and she knew that she had a lo

I dropped my phone on the table and made the decision to take my mind off all of it by watching television. I picked up the remote control and switched to a channel that seemed interesting. To my shock, I found another ridiculous story unfolding. Two women were discussing the recent gossip. I tuned in, knowing I could gain some insight. The women were dressed in pink off-shoulder blouses and white trousers, sporting flamboyant makeup and perfectly manicured nails. "Did you hear? People are saying billionaire Adrian is involved with a terrible prostitute, and she’s trying to ruin him," one of the young ladies said mockingly.