Blind To Billionaire Novels & Stories

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.”

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:

"Don't let his confession manipulate you now, Penny! And don't forget he is a man with the biggest empire and wealth in Bloomcrest. He can buy all the moons on Saturn if he wills to and you're saying he was tricked by Zara?" Penny's lips parted but no words came out. Her friend wasn't wrong with her observation. "Come on, Penny, both of us know that it takes both brains and in-depth research to become a billionaire businessman. Hunter is one of the youngest and richest businessmen around the globe. You can't justify him saying that he was manipulated!"

She recoiled, her heart racing, taken aback by the force of his response. Neil took a step toward her, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Ivan Anderson is not a billionaire, Alysha. He's almost a trillionaire," he spat, the words hanging in the air like an ominous cloud. Alysha’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible as the realization sank in. The man she had unknowingly given her heart to was not just wealthy—he was beyond comprehension. But Neil wasn’t done.

"So the deal is safe?" Adrian finally turned, and for a fleeting second, the cold mask of the billionaire softened into something darker, more proprietary. "Safe? It’s a landslide. They saw a man who had everything—wealth that rivals small nations—finally find something he refused to let go of. For people who value blood and family, that was the ultimate green light." He walked toward the bed, his presence filling the room until the air felt heavy. Adrian was a man whose personal net worth was already measured in eleven figures. He owned shipping fleets, telecommunication giants, and entire city blocks. But this deal... this was different.

Definitely a dream come true! The taxi made a stop at one of the diverse looking skyscraper , it was enormous , blown away , in awe of where she was likely to be working from now on .Not that she expected anything less! Ofcourse it was the Blazzer .The almighty Blazzer Tech company that manufactured all typoes of electronics. We are here. She heard the driver who seemed rather impatientsay.

But when i died, in the after life my blind eyes were opened making me realize the ugly truth. I learned that while i lived as Nathan Curtis Silverman, the Billionaire who was admired, rich and powerful i was instead the one blind, poor, pitiable and naked. All that money which had made me feel like a god, now felt useless, left behind with the living as i went to face my judgment in hell with the dead.

‎ ‎She looked at him carefully. ‎ ‎“What will you do?” ‎ ‎His eyes darkened slightly. ‎ ‎“I don’t defend territory.” ‎ ‎Pause. ‎ ‎“I expand it.” ‎ ‎Her heart skipped. ‎ ‎Somewhere in the financial district, executives at Blackridge were likely celebrating early stock dips. ‎ ‎Confident. ‎ ‎Patient. ‎ ‎But they didn’t know something yet. ‎ ‎The billionaire they tried to destabilize had just stood publicly beside his pregnant wife— ‎

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”

When she finally looked back up, his eyes were already on her. Steady. Unreadable. “You love him very much.” “He’s all I have left.” The words came out softer than intended. Something flickered across Damien’s face again. Recognition. Pain. Gone too quickly to study. Amara frowned slightly. “Do you have family?” The billionaire took a slow sip of whiskey. “My parents are dead.” “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be.” His voice hardened instantly. “They weren’t good people.” That surprised her.