Novel & Cerita Blind To Billionaire

The kind of presence that bent attention without trying. Tall. Black tailored suit. Dark hair slightly damp from the rain outside. Sharp grey eyes scanning the room with detached disinterest. Everything about him looked expensive. Controlled. Dangerous. Women stared. Men straightened. One older businessman nearly abandoned his conversation mid-sentence just to shake his hand. Damien barely acknowledged any of them. He moved through the ballroom like someone entirely accustomed to power. Amara looked away quickly. Men like him belonged to another universe entirely. The billionaire paused near the center of the room while several executives gathered around him immediately. Their nervous laught

Yet, without even realizing it, he gave me hope. A mafia king. A billionaire. And a man at the top of it all. They were all different, yet somehow, all bound to me. And I would use them. They would be my pawns. It didn’t matter how much I cared for them—feelings had no place in this game. Even if it tore me apart, this was the only way to get what I wanted. I had to be ruthless. “Here you go, ma’am.” I glanced up. Luke stood before me, offering a cup of tea. I took the cup, offering him a small smile. “Thank you. It seems my secretary has troubled you.”

If someone would know of our deal, I can never erase the fact that I got blinded by the money and the will to get rid of my father's company debt and that I overlooked my own dignity. I feel Lilian’s hands grasping mine as she puts down her glass of wine. "How do you know that, Bethy. This are just speculation.” "I... we're in two different worlds. He's a billionaire while I…if the world gets to know….I don’t even want to think about it Lilian.”

Some people just couldn’t move on—either because of pride or because they loved too deeply. “So, why exactly do you want revenge?” I asked lazily, though curiosity was creeping in. Tears formed in his striking gray eyes. My annoyance faltered for a moment. “Because she’s the reason I can no longer see the world,” he said quietly. I frowned, confused. “What do you mean?” “I’m blind,” he said, voice heavy with emotion. “I may have beautiful eyes, but I can no longer see light.” I bit my lip, speechless. That explained why he didn’t blink often—and why his gaze seemed so fixed.

"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 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.

This time Alessa patted his back. Alessa couldn’t help but smile to herself. A few months ago this billionaire was terrorizing her, taking away her company, her bed, her pride, but now, she couldn’t help but see that he was just another human being. It seemed the billionaire’s walls were crumbling down, Alessa just needed to verify if it was because of her. Maybe after he spills all of ‘her New York’ out of his system, she would interrogate him.

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.

How was this even possible? His expression soon turned ugly. He clenched his fist and looked like one who had eaten dog poop. His plans had backfired. *** Meanwhile Royalty had been dragged back from Dubai home. At first, he had refused to leave the bridge until he found his woman. But somehow he had gone blind. Grandmother was delighted by his blindness. He couldn't see so she snatched everything away from him and forced him to marry Ciara. " A blind man can't be king. You would run the company now with your blindness! "

"I have a business proposition for you." "I'm not interested in a job at your father's company." "It's not that kind of job." Jane's perfectly manicured nails tapped nervously against her glass. "Have you ever heard of Ryker Blackwood?" Lyra frowned. "The tech billionaire? The one they call 'The Wolf of Wall Street' except with computers or whatever?" "That's the one. Dark, mysterious, ruthless. Worth about fifteen billion." Jane's eyes darted around again. "And I'm supposed to marry him in two weeks."