Blind To A Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

she said as she stabbed her banana split with a spoon. Aliyah just laughed. “Cheers to that, bestie! Leave it to the Lord. A baby is a blessing. And the donor is extremely handsome, so that’s fine. I still can’t believe you met again and that you still love him. And even more surprising—he’s apparently been a billionaire all along. He just pretended to be poor and worked as a tricycle driver.” She nodded.

said Bina with a nervous smile and regretful tone . " Albert , take her away . Don't bother my ears anymore ! " said madam Dahlia . " As you wish , madam . " said butler Albert and ordered the two bodyguards who were following them from behind to take her out . Bina continued to beg for forgiveness but it was useless . After the two bodyguards dragged Bina out , her parents were fully convinced of her powerful identity . " She really is........a billionaire . " said Nikole worried . " Mom , what's a billionaire ? " asked Alex looking at madam Dahlia confussed .

Eyes coloured with desires, veins bulging on his forehead and his voice low and hoarse, he teased, and I surrendered, losing myself as I stared at him. I never thought that the famous billionaire, cold and ruthless, executing business deals with precision and accuracy, had that side to him, an extremely dangerous side. That was new. Or maybe we brought the worst in each other. Then, weren't we a perfect couple? " I don't know..." My voice shook as I whispered, casually taking my bottom lip between my lips, a hint of challenge playing in my eyes, how daring! " How about tying my hands on the headboard, blindfolding my eyes, and..."

It broke into different shades of defeat. And for the first time, I heard a billionaire beg.

The coffee shop was so silent you could hear the rain and the milk frother hissing. Rose stared at Leo, her grey eyes - her father's eyes - wide, hurt, betrayed. "Leo? Is... is that true? Are you... are you a billionaire? A liar billionaire? Like my dad?" Leo, heir to £90B, poor coffee boy, liar billionaire 2.0, took off his brown contact lenses, revealing his real blue eyes, Ashford blue, and whispered:

Dion had been telling Mpumi the story behind his blindness. “What did the doctor say? You will see again, right?” “He said nothing’s promising. He ran as many tests and they all came out negative. I’ll have to accept that I can never see again.” “There must be a way. There must be an operation somewhere.” “I don’t think so. Can’t you see? It was my money that burnt my eyes. Even if there was such an operation, I could never afford it.”

“Please. That man was… fine. But blind billionaires aren’t exactly hard to come by.” She raised a brow. “He’s not just any blind billionaire. He’s Hayden Maxwell.” “Don’t remind me.” “You really think you could’ve handled that man? He doesn’t seem like the type to let anyone control him.” “Watch me,” I said coolly, though my voice trembled just a bit. My friend laughed again. “Oh, you’re serious.” “Deadly.” I leaned back, pretending to be relaxed while every nerve in my body screamed otherwise. “He’s still mine. He just doesn’t know it yet.”

Blind to my cheating bastard of a husband. Blind to the betrayal that has gutted me from the inside out. I sigh as I imagine the many ways I could take this man out in his sleep. But I decide against that, for now. Since the moment the truth broke wide open, I’ve thrown myself into my old financial catalog. Something Zade never took seriously. Even though my old tech algorithms that I allowed him to use for his technology helped him to become the success he is today. Being a strong business woman is something he assumed I couldn’t handle because I was blind.

They were bright even at night when there was no source of light to look when there was no source of another human between us when there was nothing but nature. I know he isn't romantic, and maybe I am not the romantic one too but at this moment for a second, I closed my eyes and felt his closeness to my heart. Blake Jensen was standing right near close to my heart, he was the billionaire of the country and I was the girl of the roads, we were different from each other in everything, he was the one whom I have pledged never to run to. Yes, I remember the day when I took the pledge to not run into any billionaire but look at me now, look at the scarcity of my life.

"But if this is a double-cross..." "If it were a double-cross, I'd have sold you to the Hounds an hour ago," Blind Eye muttered. "Go. Take the service chute. It dumps into the sewers. It smells, but it's bulletproof." As Jack and Finch ran for the chute, Blind Eye sat alone in the belfry, listening to the wind. He reached into his pocket and touched a small, cold device. "I'm sorry, Jack," he whispered to the empty room. "But ten billion is a lot of leverage."