Blind Millionaire Novels & Stories

Blair sighed and pinched the spot between his eyebrows. “Ding!” His phone rang again. He thought it was a message from Solomon but saw that it was from Dick. [This beauty is absolutely stunning. I can die happy tonight!] There was a photo after the message. Uninterested, Blair was going to ignore it when he accidentally clicked on the photo. Once the photo filled the screen, the woman inside was clear to see. Next, Blair widened his eyes. He immediately recognized the woman even though she was blindfolded. ‘Mable!’

Adam Hart, once a successful and wealthy businessman, succumbed to financial ruin due to poor choices and deceit. Desperate, Adam immersed himself in gambling, associating with the underworld, leading to a drastic change in behavior. Adam's gambling addiction spiraled into massive debts. To cover them, he cunningly pawned the Rossie mansion's certificate, sparking rumors and confirming the betrayal to Lady Rossie.

My name was engraved in silver foil: KRYSTAL MCLAREN Tier A Ultra Black Client • Global Vault Network I took it like I was being knighted. Except instead of royalty, I was apparently the owner of ten million dollars in a world where bread probably cost less than air. I was confused. Deeply, fundamentally confused. Yes, I won that ten million dollar lottery. I knew that. But now? The way the manager said things, the way the system behaved—the way he treated ten bucks like I could buy half of Manhattan?

"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

She tried to lean in closer, but the man noticed, raised his head, and passed the newspaper to her. Vienna thanked him and took it. Her eyes widened as she read the headline and quickly flipped the page. > “It has been revealed that the famous Alan Clinton, of the Clinton Empire, has lost his sight due to the accident that occurred a month ago. He will be unable to continue running the affairs of the company for now. The assistant CEO, Mr. Karen, has been announced to take over the running of the business.” Vienna read the news again, bewildered. Even though she had wished for karma to catch up with Alan and Benita, she never imagined that he would one day become blind.

I shake my head slowly. “You two aren’t the brightest bulbs in the box.” Bradley scoffs. “But if you want to play the blame game,” I continue, “go ahead.” I cross my arms. “But I’m out of it.” They both stare at me. “I’m not part of your revenge against Janine Smith, I just want Clover gone.” I smirk faintly. “An old friend who just played the game better than you did.” Brittany’s face turns red. “You married a guy you thought was rich,” I continue coolly. “Turns out he was a drug dealer who got high on his own supply and got caught.”

I texted on my laptop and set it to Mister black. Mister black nods his head as he signals the driver to stop the car. Edward came down from the car and walk towards the lady with round curves. He doesn't know how he would approach the lady because most ladies that he had spent a night with were being approached by his driver, and because they see him with a flashy car, they wouldn't decline his offer, but today... Edward doesn't want to use his position and wealth to get any girl, but he wants to use his handsome charm, which was one of the reasons, why he decided to wear something simple that won't cause attention.

I blink at it, and she addresses my confusion, “I am truly touched with what you did back there. But your…defect could be affecting you. You’re imagining that you’re a billionaire again.” I notice Harper is careful with her choice of words, not wanting to offend me, “You’re a good person Dylan, and I will never discriminate against you for your handicap. So, this is my bank card, it contains all my savings, it’s yours now.” The expression I have on is complex, as my thoughts divulge in different directions. For one thing, unbeknownst to Harper, I am in fact a billionaire, and it is becoming rather strange having her believe that my actions are due to a mental illness. And on the other hand…

I think I’m the most stupid person on planet earth to be easily deceived by that assh*le, why did I even trust him and believe in his filthy mouth? “And we’ll be able to get out of here.” He added instead. “Are you certain that we could still get out of here?” “Remember who am I?” I rolled my eyes again. “Who else doesn’t? You’re the proudest…” “Ops, no. I’m the most handsome billionaire mafia, who has a lot of connections out there. So I’ll get you out of here.” “You’re really too proud,” I uttered.

He then said coldly, “Roger Hilfinger? I’ll make him hand over his company willingly after the meeting tomorrow.” His words shocked everyone in the room. After a brief silence, everyone laughed at him. “You? You stupid retard?” “Retard! Have you won the lottery? What gave you confidence? The one billion that you won?” “One billion is not enough. The Hilfinger family is growing into a top-tier family, they are going to have more than ten billion! Without ten billion, you can’t buy out the Hilfinger’s company.” “He’s just talking shit, you really believe him? Ten billion, if he can fork out ten billion, that means he must have taken the money from the Monopoly board game!”