Blind To A Billionaire Novels & Stories

The caption beneath read: “Victor Westbrook partners with fallen media giant, Elliot Blake, to launch NeuroGenesis Research Initiative.” Ariana’s blood turned to ice. Blake...? She whispered the name, lips trembling. Her cursor hovered over the article. And just before she could click… Her laptop screen flickered. Then went black.

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

I slightly laugh at her, "Hot? Isn't he like 50?" "50? No he's like 32 or something. Like I said youngest billionaire! You know you're lucky that you're Carl's assistant, the rest of us are dead. We all have to step up our A-game. I don't want to lose my job!" Nina says frantically. "C'mon! The guy can't be that bad right?" I ask. Nina simply shrugs. The guy can't be such a tyrant I mean, he can't right?

I muttered, my cheeks burning again. “It’s not an insult. It’s a practical observation.” He sighed, a faint hint of exasperation finally coloring his tone. “I am thirty-two years old. My family, particularly my mother, believes my sole purpose now is to provide her with grandchildren and secure the ‘dynasty’.” He said the word with palpable distaste. “The blind dates have become… relentless. They are a distraction I can no longer afford.” I just stared at him, trying to process it. The most elusive billionaire on the planet, a man who could buy and sell small countries, was being hounded by his mom to settle down. It was so bizarrely, hilariously human that it was almost believable.

A murmur rippled through the crowd, shocked whispers spreading like wildfire. “A hundred million? Did he just say a hundred million?” one guest gasped, her hand clutching her pearls. “No way,” another man muttered under his breath, disbelief etched on his face. “Where’s he getting that kind of money?” "Who the hell is this guy?" whispered another voice. "He's willing to pay that much to save the Lelands?" Maria, standing behind Rene, could feel her heart hammering in her chest. She didn’t know Gunnar well, but the sheer amount of money he was offering made her stomach twist with both fear and uncertainty. This was a game far bigger than she’d realized.

"Do you still not have enough for the surgery?" I paused mid-step as I changed my shoes. "Almost." "There's no need for it anymore," Evelyn suddenly said. "I can stay blind for the rest of my life, Matt. But I don't want to see you suffer like this." I froze for a moment, then replied evenly, "Alright." With only two days left until the bet was over, Evelyn was probably getting ready to dump me. She clearly didn't expect me to agree so easily. Caught off guard, she hesitated. "W-what?"

“I’m not normal then.” “That’s the problem.” Silence stretches between us. He exhales. “Lately, you’ve been pushing too hard.” “I’m working, Gabriel.” “No, you’re trying to prove something.” My fingers hover over the keyboard. “Ardent Global is hesitating,” I say evenly. “Because of your blindness, it's obvious,” Gabriel replies bluntly. I appreciate that about him—he doesn’t sugarcoat. “They think closing a deal with us will lead to loss,” he continues.

"I never lied. I never knew who you were." "So you claim." His voice got quieter, more dangerous. "Here's what's going to happen, Ava. You're going to sign that agreement, or I'm going to use every resource at my disposal to prove you're an unfit mother. I'll have investigators crawl through every day of your life. I'll have child services examine every corner of that pathetic apartment you call home." "You can't just take him from me." "Can't I?" His laugh was bitter. "I'm a billionaire, Ava. I own half this city. If I want something done, it gets done."

Sophia's screams were silenced by the soundproofing of the sedan as it sped away into the night. When the sedan finally stopped, Sophia was pulled out and led into a grand, opulent mansion with her face tied. She was deposited into a lavish bedroom, where a figure waited in the shadows. As the figure stepped forward, Sophia's eyes widened in shock. It was Marcus Thompson, the reclusive billionaire his piercing gaze and chiseled features illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. "Sophia, you're even more beautiful than I imagined," "oh look at those curves.”Marcus said, his deep voice dripping with entitlement. "I've been waiting for you."

“Honey, I know it’s a lot to ask… defer college for a year… Alex, he’s… the accident… he’s blind now, Meghan. And he’s fired every caregiver out of pure spite. He needs family. You’re all he has right now.” He was blind from the accident with shattered glass from the windshield. They said he could get experimental treatment but he refused. Said he wouldn’t risk making it worse. A damp heat was pooling in my underwear. I was breathless and without even thinking, I leaned back against his chair with my hand sliding down my stomach and into my shorts. My fingers found my clit, already swollen and aching. “Oh, god,” I moaned, my eyes glued to the screen, reading the same filthy sentence over and