Fgteev Mike Blind Novels & Stories

"Whoever did that to you; I am very sure you did not leave them without unharmed." He grinned. Not that 'I am innocent grin', but the grin that said, 'Yeah, I fucked him up bad'. Out of the three of us, Mike was the most dangerous one because he was so silent that you will not get what he was thinking. It was easy to get David and I riled up, but not Mike. "Anyways, dude- I have something to tell y-" He stopped and looked at the girls before he gestured me to follow him outside.

I squinted my eyes, trying to catch the last word Mike had managed to get out of his lips. Leon. I stared with a frightened expression on my face, my eyes widening slightly as Mike's body fell to the ground with a loud thud, blood instantly pooling beneath him. If I hadn't already been holding my breath, I would definitely have held my breath in that moment. I knew how this would have played out if it had been a horror movie. I'd be next in line after Mike. Luckily, this was no horror movie and I was definitely not going to be next in line. I refused to make a single sound.

The wheelchair was still his support for now, but for Mike, paralysis didn’t mean he’d lost his other abilities. If his legs couldn’t be used, his mind and other faculties remained intact. He wouldn’t give up until he found Angie. “Where else should we go, sir?” asked Greg, sitting beside the driver, confirming his master’s destination this time. He began to worry about Mike’s condition. Mike’s eyelids were turning dark; how many nights had he spent without closing his eyes even for a moment? He kept watching the CCTV screen, visiting places he believed Angie might have gone to and other logical locations. However, he still hadn’t found any results.

Chapter 96: The letter forged in blood. Sierra's POV "There's a note", I say, gathering whatever courage I had to go back inside the box and grab it. "Don't touch it!" Mike says that, before handing me a pair of gloves, he appeared out of nowhere. Magic Mike! Ah. Got it. I genuinely want to laugh at my own joke because I watched this weeks ago with Nik, but right now, it feels like I watched it a decade ago.

Then, I went for an interview at a blind massage center. Since my skills were good, I managed to get the job successfully. I worked as a salesman during the day and pretended to be a blind masseur at night. At first, I thought that would be it. The money that I earned from being a blind masseur was enough to support my family. After working as a blind masseur for two weeks, my boss suddenly wanted to talk to me. “Matthew, you’ve worked here for two weeks, right?” asked my boss as he patted my shoulder.

The pain left him gasping, the rest of his words dying in his throat. Layla shot Mike a quick look—just enough to tell him not to go too far. Felix might be a jerk, but he was still the Perry heir. No point in turning this into a bigger mess. Mike caught the cue instantly and waved his team over to haul Felix away. Gwen watched them disappear into the distance, a flicker of bitterness rising in her chest. Still, her smile stayed perfectly intact. “Didn’t think Mike would take orders from you so easily,” she said lightly.

I gulped and tried to take a deep breath. “For not being angry,” I said. “For not blaming me.” Mike’s eyes widened. He cupped my cheeks and shook his head. “Never, Maddie,” he said. “I would never blame you. There is nothing to blame you for. If anything, I am so incredibly proud of you.” He sighed and let me go. He glanced at Dimitri and ran his fingers through his hair. “I get why you thought that I would get angry,” he mumbled. “I was such an idiot and I made the biggest mistake of my life when I left you and your mom.”

The elevator doors slid closed, breaking the moment. "Mommy, we missed it," Zia said, tugging her hand. "It’s okay, sweetheart. That elevator’s not for us," Jade whispered, heart pounding. No one dared to share a lift with the CEO. But why was he using the common elevator today? He had his own private one. Her knees felt weak. It was the first time in five years she had seen him this close. Her chest tightened. In the past, Zane had been blind—she had memorized his features but never experienced him seeing her.

Around me, the whispering changed into a roar of anger, and I knew—everything would never be the same again. ​The giant screen behind the stage was still displaying the grand presentation graph that now looked like a bitter joke. Mike stood frozen in the center of the stage, his face, which had earlier radiated an aura of arrogant success, now turned deathly pale, like someone who had just seen a ghost in broad daylight. His eyes widened as he stared at the USB port that was still plugged in, as if hoping the small object would explode and erase the traces of his stupidity.