Blind Date Face Reveal Novels & Stories

I walked out of the room, note in hand, and spotted Anna just coming around the corner with a cup of coffee in one hand and a clipboard in the other. I waited next to the door and as she approached and noticed me, her face that was once stern and seemingly uncaring grew worried as she asked, "Nathan what's wrong?" When I didn't answer immediately she immediately assumed the worse and asked, "Did... did he reject you?" I looked at her with widened eyes at that and shook my head no before answering her previous question, "Anna I don't think he can see." I said my voice but a mere whisper. When she gave me a questioning look, I handed her the note that she read slowly before giving me a look of

“Oh, my God……..” “W-what is it?” “The media has found out her identity….” Turning the tablet to face me, my tongue runs dry at the sight of my face plastered boldly on the screen, along with details about me. My life , my exes, my school……..my name is boldly plastered on the screen; ‘Charlotte Venus, the now identified woman, an infamous billionaire bachelor, was filmed kissing a couple of minutes ago.” The headline scrolls beneath it rapidly, and I see there’s more………more text, more details.

My chest tightened, but the silence gave no answers. Then my phone rang, startling me. Lucas. “Hey, girl—” “Lucas, it’s late. Why are you calling me now?” “I just landed in New York. And… you’re trending.” “What?” “Check the news.” I ended the call in a rush and pulled up the headlines. IDENTITY OF SECRET MODEL EXPOSED: OLIVIA LANCASTER REVEALED AS THE FACE BEHIND THE MASKED MODEL. My breath caught. My pulse thundered in my ears as I scrolled down. Photos everywhere—backstage shots, private fittings, moments I didn’t even know were captured. Someone had leaked everything.

Beneath the website’s scarlet red header and a series of smaller pictures of celebrities was the headline, “Billionaire Bangs Back-Alley Babe For 50K.” And then right beneath that, the top of a photograph. Only my face and the top of Connor’s head were visible until I scrolled down. I shouldn’t have done that, either. It was one of the shots where Connor’s face was in full profile. My mouth was open and I was making an outlandish ‘O’ face. My dress was down near my waist, and my breasts had two tiny red blocks placed strategically over the nipples.

He turned his phone to me. My eyes snapped wide open. "What?" My heart pounded as I leaned forward to look at it. The headline revealed that the new CEO of Renard Dynasty would be revealed at a ceremony on the first of the next month. I slumped back in my chair, overwhelmed with fleeting relief. It was jarring to think my identity had been revealed to the public. Good thing that was delayed for the next month. "Did you see the news yet? About Renard," a lady some booths over, said to her friends.

July knew very well what her family feared the most, that fear was their weak point. "That's why we made a simple event." Argus nodded silently, not daring to oppose her word at this point. "Oh, and about the invitation, you were talking about earlier. I will make a plan that there is no couple name or photo of us either on the invitation card or in the wedding room. Let people accept it as a new concept of modern style marriage. That's what I mean by blind wedding because the guests don't know the identity of my groom."

Most of the time, Henry was like her father, who protected her against harm. Beep, beep, beep— Right then, Jenny’s phone started ringing. The screen indicated that an idol she paid particular attention to, Blakely Shelton, had published something on Weibo… Jenny immediately tapped on it to have a look… Blakely published a selfie… In the picture, he looked like an extremely clean guy. Blakely didn’t have any makeup on, and his hair was split in a precise three-to-seven ratio. He had a black hairband on as well as a black sports shirt.

The two stylists exchanged a triumphant grin and returned to me. “Do it.” Christy stepped back. “We’ve only got five minutes left.” And Tessa came forward, flashing the camera lens at me. Quickly, I unbuttoned and removed my blouse. Then, I unbuckled my pants and scrolled it down my thighs as sniggers rang around me. I turned my face the other way to hide from the revealing lens as they moved closer to me and then to my cleavage. And Christy snapped, “What’s the point of making an intro video without showing your face!”

He reeked of gloom and violence. He looked at no one, walking straight to the main table with dead eyes. Seeing that familiar face, my breath caught for a split second. My nails dug into my palms. I turned to the side door. But at that exact second, the spotlight shifted and hit me dead on. Under the bright beam, my new, cold face was fully exposed. And in that second, Killian's footsteps stopped. He whipped his head around. His eyes locked onto me. His breath hitched violently.

I asked, barely hiding the shriek. “Well... not yet.” She beamed. “But I’m going on a blind date next week.” I blinked. “With the CEO of GlowMira.” I dropped my knife. Game over. WINNER: RACHEL BROWN. Harper’s POV Later that night, I had collapsed into bed, still half-tipsy and fully drained. Eric had passed out halfway through his fifth ‘To heartbreak!’ toast. I’d made sure he got home safe. But my chest still ached from the weight of what hadn’t been said.