Blind Billionaire Novels & Stories

He looks hurt. But it’s the truth. Ever since the accident, ever since the blindness, he’s spoken for me, and I let it happen. Across the room, his mother scoffs. His father looks blank, like always. Dustin scowls. Daisy shoots me the ugliest look imaginable, rubbing her belly like she’s trying to shove it in my face. Fucking bitch. I remain stoic. Unbothered. Finally, the last of the shareholders arrive. The doors close, and Zade stands.

Otherwise, all my efforts would have been in vain. “You,” the man said as he pointed at me. I felt a huge sense of relief because I had been chosen. It felt like a golden moment. All ten of us who had been chosen were blindfolded and put in a van. The billionaire in question was elusive. He was rarely ever seen in public, and he didn’t like interacting with people. He had to have women delivered to his home because he couldn’t come out and choose them for himself. If that wasn’t dystopian, I didn’t know what was.

"I was devastated. Humiliated. But I took the money, because I needed it. Because I was homeless and hungry and afraid, thinking my foster mother would find me and collect the money." "When did you find out who he was?" "When I moved to New York. I was sitting in a coffee shop, trying to figure out my next move, when I saw his face on the cover of a business magazine. Damien Knight, billionaire. The Phantom of Wall Street. Known for his ruthless business practices and his ability to destroy anyone who got in his way." I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Do you know what they call him in certain circles? The Devil's Accountant. Because he can make anyone disappear—financially, professio

The sarcasm and irritation in his voice were clear, amusing, but clear. “May I help?” I offered. He paused, then slid the tablet across the desk to me. “Go on.” I turned the screen towards myself. My stomach curled as I read the first few words I saw on the screen. The headline painted across the screen in bold font: “THE BLIND AND THE SKANK: The Truth Behind the Blind Billionaire’s Bride.” It was followed by a photo of Davina, who was looking far too glamorous for the scandal that followed. What the actual heck?

Everything was staged to get me to agree with this. Still speechless, my shaking hands found their way to cover my lips. Is it because I'm her property that she'll be able to do this to me? Fuck. This isn’t fair at all. This is not what a normal human does. She's a psychopath, a control freak, and a fucking sadist all rolled into one. I'm beginning to regret questioning her on that particular day. I should not have asked her; now I have no choice but to sign this contract. Shit. She’s a monster just like Nicholas. I can't believe I was duped. Cold sweats streamed down my brow as I clenched my fists to keep my hands from quivering. There’s no way I will fall in love with her. I will never fal

As impossible as it sounds, she is ambitious and optimistic. Her life changes when she meet a man and his goal is to bring her out of the dark. Ian Bryant, a billionaire whose business is rated top five in America. He has everything; striking looks, intelligence, riches and women pooling at his feet. What more could a man want? He wants her - The blind lady who intrigued him. The woman whose eyes are filled with pains yet manages to push on. The billionaire finds himself in a roller coaster fighting his primal desires for her, he has a thirst that only she can quench.

Fear. Real fear. That was what he inspired. Elena finally understood who he truly was. Not just a wealthy stranger. Not just a powerful man. Damien Blackwood. The billionaire whose name dominated newspapers, business magazines, and whispered conversations across the city. Cold-hearted. Untouchable. Dangerous. And she had slept with him. A terrifying silence settled over the room as Damien stared directly at her. His expression revealed absolutely nothing. But those dark eyes? Those eyes remembered her. Every inch of her. “Everyone out.” The command came calm. Deadly calm. Nobody moved at first. One executive blinked nervously. “Mr. Blackwood, the interview sched—”

The man that kidnapped her? Fuck no. *** "Boss, we have found something." He turned around. "Surprise me." "We've found Lorenzo's weakness. Bonnie Evans, 21. And the interesting part, she's blind." He chuckled. "Blind? Enzo is boning a blind girl? I'm impressed. Good job. We'll use her, hurt Enzo so bad he'll give in and give us back our land." He smirked. "I hope you're ready, old friend. War is coming."