Novel & Cerita Blind To Billionaire

I blink at it, and she addresses my confusion, “I am truly touched with what you did back there. But your…defect could be affecting you. You’re imagining that you’re a billionaire again.” I notice Harper is careful with her choice of words, not wanting to offend me, “You’re a good person Dylan, and I will never discriminate against you for your handicap. So, this is my bank card, it contains all my savings, it’s yours now.” The expression I have on is complex, as my thoughts divulge in different directions. For one thing, unbeknownst to Harper, I am in fact a billionaire, and it is becoming rather strange having her believe that my actions are due to a mental illness. And on the other hand…

“Arthur...“ “It started...magically. Like gravity had pulled us in. Our heartbeats were synched. Our thoughts aligned. Like we were fated to be each other's other half.“ Arthur Belmont had survived the foggy morning, gruesome accident that claimed the lives of his parents at the age of 10. He was the only survivor. But it was at a price. His sight was gone. Orphaned and blinded on the same day, Arthur Belmont knew his life would never go back as it was. His perfect life was gone. Memories of that tragic morning haunted his nights. His dreams became nightmares. He was a traumatized, blind kid. Every night, he yelled for his parents, begging them to come take him. This new life wasn't somethin

He was oblivious to the fact that I wanted to have cornea surgery and surprise him and today, I was returning home to surprise him. Here I sat today, staring right at my reflection in the mirror, something I couldn't see for four years. Life turned a smiling face on our lives just six months after he had the surgery four years ago when his brother passed away and his Father had to pass the company to him. He also became the new mafia Lord of his empire but he didn't care about the empire, he cared about the company more. My husband became a famous billionaire. Four years in darkness. Four years blind. Four years in pain. Four years being bullied by the housekeepers because there was nothing

She stood still, dumbstruck. "Who do you think you are to judge me?" "your lawyer..." "yes" He cuts in "The lawyer who fucks the wife of a billionaire, how fulfilling" She glared at him, her nose flaring and her hands ready to grab any sharp object. "I love him, can you relate? No, I bet you can't. The only thing that you are good at is manipulating people when they are at their lowest, most vulnerable, and women with cheating husbands!" Rachel scolds moving towards him as she puts on her bra rigorously.

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.

The other's start to fire business names at each other, all of them getting rejected before Tyler looks speaks, "What about Kingston's Ltd?" I choke on my water as I hysterically hit my chest to calm down. My eyes scan their appearances before looking back at Tyler, "No way!". At this point I was rejecting his idea but they all seemed to have misunderstood this as enthusiasm. "Oh my God, it's perfect. Wasn't the owner declared the richest person in the world like last year?" Lena screeches near my ear.

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.

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.

he sighed. “Day two in billionaire prison.” By the time he walked into the main living area, Timothy was already there. Again. Of course he was. The billionaire sat at the glass dining table reviewing several holographic reports floating in the air before him. His expression was calm. Focused. Like someone who had slept perfectly well. Elliot dropped into the chair across from him. “You know,” Elliot said, “normal people sleep after two in the morning.” Timothy didn’t look up. “I slept.”