Blind Millionaire Novels & Stories

The room was dark, luxurious, and smelled of expensive cologne mixed with something darker like blood and sex. I stood completely naked on the raised platform, wrists bound behind my back, a black silk blindfold covering my eyes. My heart was hammering so hard I could barely breathe. Bidding had been going on for almost ten minutes. Rich, ancient voices spoke in low murmurs, throwing out numbers that made my stomach twist. “Two million.” “Five.” “Ten million dollars for the untouched fertile human.”

The passcode to the exclusive wing is ‘I’m blind’ and I’ll send somebody to drop off a card that you’ll need along with that to get in. And then the call ended. She had tried calling back, but it went straight to voicemail. Just as promised, she received a card from a delivery guy. She wasn’t sure why the person called for her specifically. She was a failure as a reporter and Julian...Julian Maverick was a businessman, the most successful of them all. His company established a worldwide presence and consistently topped the charts. The man was a billionaire; he walked on Gucci and spat out Balenciaga. His only flaw was the rumours that he’s an undercover thug.

Exactly why I was doing this. "Well that means he's really really poor", I said. He looked at me with disgust. "Probably one of these whores that feed off of their sugar daddies money", he mumbled. The crowd began to mumble and whisper. I stood up and catwalked straight to him and looked him dead in the eyes, "$1 billion dollar", I said. Everyone gasped, shocked, I mean shocked. "Who are you?", he asked scared. "Blu", I said.

I hope you will decide to come back to the family, I will be waiting for you along with the other masters waiting for your arrival anytime '' the butler bows down. '' Now, if you excuse me I will leave now. Have a good day master '' Chris turned back and left. He got into the big black and lavish car which can be hardly seen in this city. Robin just stood near the bridge and could not move from there. '' What just happened here? This card has two hundred billion dollars in it? then the whole Bradley family has around over one thousand billion dollars. And this is only just pocket money? ''. '' Did I just became a billionaire in the blink of an eye? or something? this isn't a movie or somethi

Blake furrowed his brows, confused at her bipolar behavior. “Why didn't I see it before? I mean… I'm so foolish, all the money you kept asking for and basically the money you've been stealing from me… yes I know it all now, there's no need pretending,” Isabelle explained looking at him like her enemy. She never once thought someone would play her, by basically rendering her bankrupt. Blake lowered his head, unable to keep up his lying game anymore. “Look babe, I've been meaning to tell you about my change in business interest, and I'm sorry I dragged your company down,” he explained, but his facial expression was nowhere near apologetic.

“We failed you. We will spend the rest of our lives making it right. The Rossi Empire is yours now. Shipping ports in twelve countries, tech investments, luxury real estate, and private equity funds worth over twelve billion. You will never want for anything again. Whatever you want to run, destroy, or build, it is yours.” Twelve billion! The number refused to settle in my head. I kept seeing Carla’s face as she shoved me toward the living room where her friends waited with hungry eyes. “Smile pretty, you ungrateful bitch, or I’ll make sure they take what they want anyway.” I had bitten one of them and ended up beaten terribly. Now these strangers were offering me billions like it was pocket

Until my remaining dads stopped supporting my privileged ass because I never let them have me when I had already turned eighteen, so I resorted to swindling men during meet-ups. That was when I met Dylan. I had scammed him into thinking we'd end in bed, but I laced his drink and transferred his money to a stolen account. Then he looked for me and found me barely making a living after I stole all his money, which in turn was stolen from me by my gambling addict father the moment I had withdrawn everything. I didn't know how and why Dylan did, but he fell for me out of the blue, and instead of taking me to the cops, he said he'd support me through college without expecting anything.

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

he yelled at me that almost make me deaf. Now I understand why Art said that he hopes I could endure the behavior of his friend and also no maid can endure him. Because he is super grumpy. Even though he is blind, he is still grumpy. He should thank that he is handsome even though he's blind so I'm sure he can still find a woman who will love him and replace his dead girlfriend.

BLIND BILLIONAIRE BRIDE (They call it madness but he calls it love) EPISODE NINETY TWO THEME: Box of evidences IDAHO, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA He sat in his room thinking back to why he was jobless, why he had moved in to the slum, why his love had left him since he couldn't get a well paid job. He had wanted justice for that family and he turned in enough evidences to summon the culprit and they accepted it but he got fired the very next day. And ever since then his life has been miserable for eight years now.