Novel & Cerita Blind To Billionaire

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.

Everyone was surprised. They looked at Hailey as if she were a monster. They felt she was rich, but they didn’t expect her to be so ample! Wasn’t she a recent graduate? Could it be that she was already married to a billionaire while still in college? Which billionaire? How did one come across such big news? Whoever the billionaire was, they were extremely discreet! However, this was definitely not a lie, as it came directly from the mouth of their boss. It could also explain why Guillermo and Samuel were so concerned about Hailey. Perhaps this hidden billionaire had a connection to the Blakes. Otherwise, their boss wouldn’t be so anxious.

I closed my eyes briefly before whispering softly into the silence: “Okay, billionaire.” Then slowly opened them again. “Let’s see what exactly you’re hiding.”

"I’m the one with the clean record. I’m the one who didn't magically recover from blindness just in time to marry a billionaire." "I recovered because I had three surgeries and a team of specialists," I fire back, my heart pounding. "And if you think for one second that I’m going to let some bottom-tier influencer and a jealous supporting actress take away what I’ve worked for, you haven't been paying attention."

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

Zara pointed a chopstick at her. “With all the work you’ve been making me do, you better prepare to give me a two-month vacation to Greece. And you’re the one sponsoring it.” Aria nearly choked on her drink. “Why would I sponsor it?” Zara lifted up her fingers. “One, you’re a billionaire now.” “I’m not a billionaire,” Aria protested. “The company just earns a few millions.” Zara ignored her. “Two, you’re my best friend. Whatever you own, I own it too.”

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.”

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.