Blind Millionaire Novels & Stories

Maximilian Grey. I had heard his name whispered with both admiration and fear. A billionaire tech mogul, ruthless in business, and cold to anyone foolish enough to cross him. The man in front of me didn’t look like someone who would extend an olive branch to a drowning woman like me. No, he looked like someone who would hand me a contract and watch me sign away my soul with a smirk on his face. And that’s exactly what he was doing.

Clenching tightly unto my heart, at last the City's famous cold hearted billionaire couldn't take it anymore and cried ever so horribly. Damn, what a shitty story indeed!

“It’s clear he was into it just as much as she was. He wasn’t some helpless child. He wanted the attention, the relationship whatever it was. So now that he’s embarrassed and his uncle’s money got involved, it suddenly becomes romance fraud?” I shook my head. “No. What this sounds like is a spoiled, rich eighteen year-old who made dumb choices and wants to blame someone else for them.” I let the silence hang, chest rising and falling. I’d said it all in one breath but I meant every word. Mr. Billionaire stared at me the entire time I spoke, his expression unreadable, somewhere between surprise, disbelief and anger. He clearly hadn’t expected that from me. In his head, I was probably just the

BLOODY PATHETIC BEGGARS LIKE YOU TRY TO ACT INNOCENT INFRONT OF EVERYONE BUT ARE NOTHING INSTEAD FUCKING SCOUNDRELS WHO SEDUCE RICH MEN ONLY TO USURP THEIR WEALTH JUST TO PAY OFF THEIR SICK DEBTS AND SATISFY THEIR MONEY LUST! He shouted at him while glaring her in pure disgust. Wait! 'I think have heard this before.' "TRUTH? WHAT TRUTH, HUH! The super innocent girl who acts like a pure soul infront of every one but is a bloody cheat in disguise who just trapped and bewitched rich guys with her innocence and then run away by stealing away all their wealth. You disgusting scoundrel, piece of trash, you are nothing but a BLOODY GOLD-DIGGER." I looked at Brandon in shock. He was speaking the exa

"Yeah. If Oliver hadn't helped him out, he would've starved. And now he's pretending to be heaven's favorite? This is pure dumb luck. He's bound to come crashing down." Patrick overheard them, but he did not care. In his mind, they were just jealous of him. His eyes flicked, and he suddenly turned the camera back onto the woman. "Everyone, take a good look. I won 50 million dollars, and now people are trying to scam me. She's not as innocent as you think. This is deliberate! Burn her face into your memory. The next time you see her on the street, give her a good curse for me."

I'd kill him plain and simple. I knew from the description that this was no accident but I'll have to wait until I got all the facts. I never made rash decisions. In less than an hour I had the information I needed, seems this one was on me. The guy driving was a kid from out of town apparently someone had paid him to run her down. It wasn't hard to understand why he went for it since he spent his days getting high on meth. It was the blonde woman who had hired him that was of the most interest to me. I had him on ice until I got back. First I had to see to my wife then I'd deal with the refuge in both our lives.

“That’s your card.” “Corporate card for client dinners. This one’s personal.” She tapped it with a fingernail that had a clear manicure. “PIN is your birthday. Use it. Get yourself anything, anything that will make you forget him. I don’t care what it is. Just use it.” “I can’t take your money, Zoe.” “You’re not taking it.” Her voice remained calm and practical. “You’re borrowing my ability to stop worrying for five minutes so you can remember who you were before that idiot.”

Johnny's business is not his business, he just wants to know if it's really Johnny who embezzled ten billion? "I saw in the report there is a huge amount of money... All the evidence is already with me... There is a difference of 10 billion, do you know...information about that." "Mm.. Sir." Sherly sat up straighter, she played with her index finger. "Mr. Robertson also knows the truth but he can't do anything about it. Indeed, it's Mr. Johnny, with Mrs. Amelia Accounting... Who is indeed still a relative of Mr. Johnny...."

He said gently with the evil tone only him masters. I was completely numb and beaten up by his argument. I couldn’t believe he'd use that incident against me, but then again what was I thinking ? This is Mr Holmes, the most ruthless billionaire in town, he knows how to get what he wants and settle business down. What an Idiot I was.

A few took out their car keys and a few valuables to meet with my stake and Benjamin, grinning like he had this in the bag, he made his stake as well. All eyes were on us now. The foolish heiress kept playing and is just about to lose. The cards were laid out. I slid a card forward without checking on my cards. The attendant beside me lowered her head to my ear as I whispered the amount. “Twenty million,” the attendant announced. “Seventy million?!” someone exclaimed in the crowd. “Is she rich and stupid or just stupid?” someone else said. “Stupid!” someone yelled and they laughed. Benjamin stared at his card, then looked around. “Out,“ one dropped his cards with a sigh.