Blind Millionaire Novels & Stories

A bald man who wore the uniform of the Rosefinch Pavilion took out everything he had, a total of 760000 spirit crystals, and bet them all on the beasts. The bald man had an incredibly pleased look on his face, looking like a poor beggar who struck it rich overnight. After he pulled out all his spirit crystals, he mumbled to himself, "Seven hundred and sixty thousand spirit crystals are about to become a million and five hundred and twenty thousand in a snap! I'm about to become a millionaire! "After all my losses and wins, multiple bets after, I only managed to earn twenty thousand spirit crystals. I can't believe my fortune is about to turn just like that!"

She’s a real life Bimbo. Now that Damian mentions it, I wonder what Trevor really sees in her, must be the money deal he’s chasing after. What a shame and the crazy thing is, his family is ten times richer than hers. I’ll never understand it. “The lady Scarlett,” Gerard answers with an amused smile bringing me back from my thoughts. “Even old Gerard has eyes where my fucking nephew is blind,” Damian says in a taunting tone. “For God’s sake Damian, get to the point already,” Grandpa Richard reprimands him, growing impatient.

Her acceptance, despite the revelation about his family's financial status, reassured him that their connection went beyond material wealth. Adrian couldn't help but be relieved by Evelyn's nonchalant response. Her acceptance, despite the revelation about his family's financial status, reassured him that their connection went beyond material wealth. "I'm glad you feel that way," Adrian said, a genuine smile playing on his lips. "I wanted to be honest with you, Evelyn. I believe in transparency in our relationship." Evelyn nodded, appreciating his honesty. "Adrian, wealth doesn't define a person, and it certainly doesn't define love. I remember my mother," she said, her voice sounding sad.

Just as the pen was about to touch the paper, they heard a bright voice coming from behind them. "Wait!" It was Caroline. As she walked toward them, she combed her tousled hair with her fingers and stopped beside Brie. She scanned the words on the page and then turned to look at Brie. Caroline's stare caused Brie's heart to jump into her mouth. "W—what do you want?" "Ms. Collins, you're quite absentminded, aren't you? You haven't given me the 20 million dollars that you owe me." "When did I ever owe you—" Brie's voice trailed off the moment she recalled the bet they made at the jewelry store before, and her face flushed red instantly. "That doesn't count! That was a scam!"

The hooves of our horses awaken some of the people of my pack, causing them to peek out their windows and doors to see what the commotion is about. Before long, we reach the courtyard of the palace and begin to dismount. After a quick debriefing, I release the men to go home to get some rest. Turning, I focus on the woman at my side and find myself floored. Her hood has fallen back to reveal raven hair, the light of dawn causes rainbows to shimmer in the long strands. Her beauty takes my breath away, but that isn’t what truly floors me. Her eyes, her eyes are a dull shadow violet. She’s blind.

She remembered reading a headline in the Newspaper ‘ ALI MUSAFIR; One of the richest and mysterious Businessman of the country ’ The man who never revealed his face to the world, but managed to earn billions per day! That is when Simran saw a black dot on her vision embracing her into pure darkness.

"I don't believe that is reason enough to despise someone." "What are you trying to say?" Rory asked, returning to the chair to take a seat. "They hate him because he was born into wealth. His parents died when he was a child, and today he is the sole beneficiary of their fortune. He is the youngest billionaire. I heard from a source his parent's death was murder." She whispered.

he murmured before turning and striding out of the room, leaving me alone with a man who already loathed my presence. The room was enveloped with silence. I studied him for a moment; His blindfold was tied neatly around his head, the silky material blending into his dark hair. Without the hospital gown, he looked even more like the man I’d heard about, Xander Sinclair, billionaire heir, cold businessman, and now, an injured man who had no idea how to accept help. His chest rose and fell evenly, but his fingers twitched slightly, as if he were holding himself back from reacting further.

It was a gambler's last shot, a reckless plunge into either riches or ruin. Amelia’s eyes flicked to the man who'd issued the challenge. He wasn't just anybody, he was a back-to-back champion of the life-or-death race, with nerves of steel and a skill set to match. Once a hopeless gambler drowning in debt, he'd clawed his way out through this madness and turned himself into a billionaire, now worth over eight billion. Dominating this kind of race two years in a row wasn't something luck could explain. It meant he'd probably taken part in the advanced version, the one where the car's system was wired to the racer's heartbeat, and if it spiked too high, the

“Poor girl. However, how is she going to manage Whitman Corporation now that she’s blind? Will it affect our business collaboration?” “This is all hard to say.” Lana was pleased with herself after she successfully stirred up a commotion. She had also contacted a lot of journalists in advance to humiliate Madeline. Now that everyone was talking about it, Lana glared at Madeline's face that was covered with some light makeup. Then, she started provoking her. “Tsk tsk, Mrs. Whitman from Whitman Corporation is blind.” “Journalists and everyone in the mall, come see! This is the number one young madam and socialite in Glendale. Unfortunately, she’s a blind orphan with a dead husband!