Blind To A Billionaire Novels & Stories

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.

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

The headline was sharper this time: “Philanthropic Powerhouse Under Investigation for Financial Irregularities.” Still cautious. Still no ritual language. But visibility was expanding. “Pressure like this makes people panic,” Sofia said. “Especially wealthy families.” “Good.” “Careful,” Sofia replied. “Panic can turn violent.” The word lingered. Violent. That evening, Alexander came to her townhouse. Not planned. Not formal. He looked exhausted. “I drove by the estate again,” he admitted. She opened the door wider. “Did anyone follow you?” “I don’t think so.”

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

He smiled wickedly, Nathan even felt that his friend became scary for a while, he exudes a cold and ruthless aura when he flashed that expression. Marcus didn't answer him but fished out his phone and dialed a number, not even twice second, the call was connected. "What can I do for you, young master?" Darwin greeted. Nathan cannot utter a word in shock, this voice.. It's Darwin Charles'! the richest man in Kingston, who recently was rumored to be a left hand only to the rolls royce master. Could it be? "Destroy Henessy Damer's Family, I want them bankrupt before the sun rises." The cold and authoritative voice were enough to sent shivers to Nathan's spine.

“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

The past few years of Autumn's life have been like a life out of a storybook, it was too good to be true. Once upon a time, she was this lonely blind woman trying to push her way up to the surface, until she was reduced by a man who too was surrounded by his own problems.

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.

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.