Blind Billionaire Novels & Stories

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”.

Exactly why I was doing this. "Well that means he's really really poor", I said. He looked at me with disgust. "Probably one of these whores that feed off of their sugar daddies money", he mumbled. The crowd began to mumble and whisper. I stood up and catwalked straight to him and looked him dead in the eyes, "$1 billion dollar", I said. Everyone gasped, shocked, I mean shocked. "Who are you?", he asked scared. "Blu", I said.

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.

"I know. I know, and I'm sorry. But Crystal, listen, this changes everything. You don't need Amir's money. You have your own. You're rich, probably richer than the Al-Fayads. You don't have to stay in that contract." Crystal sank back down onto the blanket, her legs suddenly unable to hold her. "I'm rich." "Yes." Crystal started laughing. It started as a giggle, then grew into something bigger, wilder, edged with hysteria. Ahmad knelt beside her, concerned. "Crystal?" "It's just….it's so absurd. All of this. The contract, the baby, you and me. And underneath it all, I'm secretly a billionaire heiress." She laughed harder, tears streaming down her face. "It's like a bad soap opera."

But there was something in the way he carried himself tonight, a subtle hint of wariness that mirrored my own unease. The reason for our unease was none other than Adrian Chase, the powerful rival billionaire who had set his sights on me. He was a man known for his ruthless ambition, his hunger for power matched only by his insatiable desire for conquest. And tonight, he had made it abundantly clear that I was his next target.

My frown only deepened as he circled me like a predatory, eventually stopping in front of me. “In turn for saving you Miss Jasmine. I want you to join hands with us, to ruin Ace….” I frowned, taken aback, “How do you mean?” He chuckled darkly. “I'm pretty sure you've heard about the Blaine diamond.” When I gave no response, he went on to continue. “The most pricey item in the world...." His voice dripped with incompetent desire as he went on to sing the praises of the Blaine diamond. He abruptly stopped and fixed his gaze on me once again

Damian’s smile alerted Evelyn. She shrank back and narrowed her eyes at Damian. And the kitten-like action teased Damian once again. "You insist that your cousin doesn't owe me any money, right? So what if I prove that he really owes it?" Damian cocked his eyebrows and asked. He is a notorious, ruthless mafia. She is so stupid to bet with this kind of person who wins and will not admit it! "I'm a good girl, so I'm going to stay away from gambling." Evelyn rolled her eyes, rejecting his proposal outright.

A place where no one could be trusted. The Obsidian Summit was a secret meeting held once every few months. Only eight men attended. Eight billionaires. Eight mafia leaders. Each of them controlled a territory, an empire of crime and wealth. Drugs, weapons, money laundering, assassins—they all had their fields. Zayn controlled the largest and most feared territory. His empire stretched farther than the others combined. It made him powerful, and it made him a target. They smiled at him in public. They praised him. But behind his back, they spat poison.