Blind Billionaire Novels & Stories

The hooves of our horses awaken some of the people of my pack, causing them to peek out their windows and doors to see what the commotion is about. Before long, we reach the courtyard of the palace and begin to dismount. After a quick debriefing, I release the men to go home to get some rest. Turning, I focus on the woman at my side and find myself floored. Her hood has fallen back to reveal raven hair, the light of dawn causes rainbows to shimmer in the long strands. Her beauty takes my breath away, but that isn’t what truly floors me. Her eyes, her eyes are a dull shadow violet. She’s blind.

I was about to tap the call button when I looked at Aina. What would I tell her? That she was sick? That I suddenly needed money for a treatment I couldn't afford? And then there would be questions about her father. Why did I need the money? Why couldn't the billionaire CEO of Blackridge Holdings pay for his own daughter's treatment? Why was his wife the one struggling to save her? My thumb hovered over the call button. I stared at the name until my vision blurred, then lowered the phone. I couldn't expose my marriage to Adrian. Not like this.

“That isn’t an answer.” His gaze shifted toward her then. Sharp grey eyes. Cool and unreadable. “It’s the only one you’re getting tonight.” Amara clenched her jaw quietly. She hated this already. Hated the power imbalance. Hated how small this man made the world feel. The car slowed before the towering entrance of a private skyscraper downtown. Glass walls rose into the stormy sky while armed security guarded the gates outside. Blackwood Tower. Of course a billionaire would own an entire building.

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.

We stared at each other across the table, and I felt something cold slide down my spine that had nothing to do with the club's air conditioning. Two strangers standing in for two people who'd never actually planned on showing up themselves, thrown together by other people's mothers and other people's excuses, and somewhere underneath the horror of it, some small, treacherous part of me couldn't help wondering exactly why Damien Sinclair had decided that night was worth showing up to at all, if the name on the reservation wasn't even his. “Why would he do that?" I said slowly. “Why would a billionaire CEO show up to some random blind date pretending to be his friend?”

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.

The caption beneath read: “Victor Westbrook partners with fallen media giant, Elliot Blake, to launch NeuroGenesis Research Initiative.” Ariana’s blood turned to ice. Blake...? She whispered the name, lips trembling. Her cursor hovered over the article. And just before she could click… Her laptop screen flickered. Then went black.

Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart. “What? Do you work with him?” Dominique questioned. Dylan smirked. He was enjoying the game, “Have you seen him?” “No, never.” Dominique gave a straight answer but a frown settled on his brows when Dylan let out a dark chuckle. “Well then hello to you. I am the psychopathic Mafia Lord you were talking about.” He asserted and flashed Dominique a small smile but that only ceased his heartbeat. “W-What? That’s not possible.” Dominique couldn’t embrace reality. He was ’The Black”.

I wanted to choke on his cock and then ride it till I couldn't walk anymore. Davin seemed like a very complicated man. He was cold and never spoke unless it was necessary. The world knew he was a billionaire, a top CEO in the Mafia world. But I suspected he was a shady man, he probably had hands in the underworld, which was why he never allowed me into his study. Said it was private stuff not meant for me to know.