Blind To Billionaire Novels & Stories

A man of secret pity and taste. The harsh billionaire CEO was the facade. This—the man secretly financing solutions and loveliness—was the man. On the drive home to the penthouse, the city lights whizzing by, Davidson at last uttered, "You're not who I believed you were." Brian looked out the window. "I am both men," he breathed. "The one who murders his enemies. And the one who builds clinics. The one who sits on board. And the one who sits in the dark and hears old men play the blues. You don't ask me which of them is real. You ask me which one you want to see.".

“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

“She’ll thank me.” The words were almost identical to what Hannah recorded. Hearing them out loud, face to face, made my skin crawl. He wasn’t bluffing. He was deluded enough to think this whole game ended with her running back into his arms. And maybe that was why her plan could work—he was blind enough to trap himself. But blind men are dangerous. Blind men force reality to fit their obsession, and they break anything that doesn’t bend. “You’re playing with fire,” I said quietly. “She’s not yours anymore.”

LUCIA. Dark Blue Eyes was approaching, but his eyes were on Mr. Asshole, a smug smirk plastered on his face. 1,100,000 Another flashed on the screen and the asshole cursed and brushed his hand over his hair before he started pressing his tablet again. All the while, all my hopes of being bought by Dark Blue Eyes flew out of the window. He had no tablet with him. He was not bidding. He might be the organizer. Or… Goddess, he might be Olivia’s mate.

“Your steps are heavy with shadows, girl. Not from here, are you? You do not belong to this world… and yet you fight to stay.” A chill raced down my spine. My heart kicked painfully against my ribs. I swallowed hard. “Damian…” He scoffed, pulling out his wallet lazily. “Fine. Let’s pay the great prophet so he can buy himself more cheap wine.” He tossed a bill onto the man’s lap. The blind man didn’t touch it. He tilted his head toward Damian instead. “And you… beware the knife behind the kiss. The ones closest cut the deepest.” Something in his tone—low, gravelly, too sure, made me shiver. My chest tightened, breath caught.

"Wow... what an outstanding performance." Ethan frowned in confusion. "What performance, Damien? I'm being serious." "Exactly," Damien replied with a mocking chuckle. "I have to applaud you. It's remarkable how you've managed to paint yourself as the victim in all this. A video of both of us leaked, yet somehow you're the only one who's vulnerable? The only one who's suffering?" Etahn cut him off, his voice rising. "Because you're Damien Blackwood! The world finding out won't cost you a thing. You'll still be a billionaire. You have the power to silence people, to make problems disappear. I can't!"

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.

In the speed of light Dimitri got of his chair and put his fangs in the man’s neck, only a couple of seconds later the human fell to the ground, lifeless. I was too shocked to even utter a sound, a thought even. I just looked at his body that was drained from it’s color. Dimitri stepped toward the other man next to him and looked him deep into his eyes. “Where’s the money?” He asked again. The man with the hat answered in a monotone voice, “We stole it and locked it in the a safe in one of our warehouses.” I didn’t belief what I saw. It looked like Dimitri entranced him in some way.

"Sign the papers and confess you hacked the system and caused this mess, and the Grays will deal with the fallout. For compensation, Mr. Gray will unfreeze the trust fund your parents left for you, and you’ll get the money tomorrow." That was the same move they used in my previous life. They dangled their favor and my parents’ inheritance to force me into giving Chris my spot in Harland and made me slave for him. "That trust fund was mine to begin with, Gray!" I laughed loud enough for the whole lobby to hear. "You’re trying to silence me with my own money? Fuck you! That’s 30 million we’re talking about!" Dead silence grasped the crowd. Joshua was shocked before he roared in disbelief, "Wha