Novel & Cerita Don't Mess With The Blind Heiress

“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

My eyes moved slowly across every face in the yard. Luca Esposito blinked, then snatched up a rusty shovel and pointed it at me. "Bitch, you hit Bruno? I'll bury all four of you. Nobody walks out of this yard tonight. Nobody." He swung the shovel at my head. I could hear the air whistle. I twisted out of the way. Flicked my wrist. The stiletto dropped into my palm from inside my sleeve. The blade caught the sun. A wet sound. The point went into the meat of his thigh, all the way through, and the blood came after.

I held back my tears and shouted defiantly, "Skyrise Group belongs to Grandma. I'm the real heiress of the company!" Bang! Before I could catch my breath, Bobby smashed my head against the glass wall again. He continued shouting furiously. "Cindy, quit dreaming. I already gave Skyrise Group to Tina as her wedding gift last year. Whoever marries her will inherit the company!" His words sent a wave of shock through the entire crowd. Everyone's eyes lit up as they stared at Tina. At that moment, a commanding voice came from behind me. "Bobby, I dare you to say that again. Who did you just claim is the heiress of Skyrise Group?"

I was still in shock as to how she went from cold and condescending to all warm and fuzzy. “Erm… yes, I am Isabella and– I swear, I am not looking for trouble of any sort, I just want to shop. If that's ok.” She smiled warmly at me before she turned to the lady at the desk and I could feel the temperature in the room literally drop as she glared at the lady. “How dare a lowly thing like you dare talk to my future sister in law in such a manner? So you have no respect for the Ciel name or you are downright insane?”

This ruin was all that remained of my life, I had lost everything. Two days passed in a blur, but here I was, standing in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. I’d chosen a white dress with a wide-brimmed hat, makeup accentuating the shadows under my eyes, making me look sharper, maybe even dangerous. Today was going to be the day I did something stupid. If Roy thought he could ruin my life and then just stroll off to marry someone else, he had another thing coming.

Meg stepped forward, her eyes ablaze with righteous fury. Silence consumed the office, and officer Gabby was left in a state of dilemma. He once heard that the heiress of the Song family is heartless and cold. Could he risk his life just for a cheap penny? “Didn't you hear her?” Enzo yelled dangerously. “I… I….he stammered. He felt his gut wrench as Enzo snapped his fingers. And before you know it. Hefty, dangerous men walked in. “I will speak, I will speak”. He could feel his own ragged breathing as he pleaded silently.

Finn's jaw clenched. "Rules can be adjusted," Finn shot back. "And as the only legitimate heir, my vote carries the most weight." Mira chuckled. "Oh, Finn. You really need to do your research before you open that big mouth of yours." She walked to the end of the table, placing her palms flat on the surface. "Second issue—you call yourself the only legitimate heir? That’s interesting, considering my mother just showed proof of marriage." She gestured towards Eloise, who stood with quiet confidence. "Meaning my brother and I are just as legitimate as you."

BLIND BILLIONAIRE BRIDE (They call it madness but he calls it love) EPISODE SIX THEME: The blind lady CHICAGO, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA IAN BRYANT MANSION "Welcome home, sir Ian.” A young girl dressed in a maid outfit greeted Ian with a smile on her face. Ian arched his eyebrows when he saw her. "Who are you?" He asked. He has never seen her face in the house. Even if there are lots of workers working in his mansion, Ian Bryant can tell if there is a new face and although he is also not the one hiring them.

The flashes of cameras assaulted her from all angles as they stepped out of the limousine, and the voices grew louder as they approached the entrance of the headquarters of W Group of Companies. The air was thick with anticipation, the reporters eager to catch a glimpse of the woman who had suddenly emerged from the shadows. "Is that her? The Westbrook heir?” “She’s blind—how can she manage an international company?” “Where has she been all these years? Why now?” "Miss Westbrook, is it true you’ve been living as a nobody? Can you confirm the rumors?” "Is it true you’re the holder of the largest shares in W Group?” Chloe kept her head high, her posture straight despite the onslaught of questi

I run a hand in my hair in frustration my gaze lowering. I pant, gazing up to find him still staring. Is he being judgemental right now? "So, do you have people who drink? Heard you have a lot of things to hate.." I scoff. He wipe the corner of his lips. "Don't drink alone next time. Take your driver with you, he'll watch over you should you get drunk. It's dangerous, heiress." The heiress feels rather off in that statement and am I some kind of kid that needs to be watched over?