Regular Show-blind Trust Novels & Stories

Rai asked. “You aren’t seriously considering this, are you?” Her brow rose. “Why else would I be on this bus?” “There are better ways to get a thrill in this town, you know.” “No one asked you to come. I suggest you find your own idea of fun, and leave me to mine, Mr. Z.” “This is dangerous for those who are sighted, Rai. A lone blind woman has no business being strapped to a thin line by a few clips!” “You’re afraid?” she asked, not even trying to hide the smile from her voice.

The sarcasm and irritation in his voice were clear, amusing, but clear. “May I help?” I offered. He paused, then slid the tablet across the desk to me. “Go on.” I turned the screen towards myself. My stomach curled as I read the first few words I saw on the screen. The headline painted across the screen in bold font: “THE BLIND AND THE SKANK: The Truth Behind the Blind Billionaire’s Bride.” It was followed by a photo of Davina, who was looking far too glamorous for the scandal that followed. What the actual heck?

"Ms. Todd, are you looking to sell your place? I noticed you wrote that you want it sold in three days? That's so soon." "It's urgent. Please get it done as soon as possible," I said with determination. I had only regained my eyesight for a day, but my emotions were in a mess. I took a taxi home and quickly prepared all the documents I needed to bring to the research team. When I was blind, I thought about how I would not regret anything at all, giving everything up for Sean. At that moment, I found it highly absurd that I would ever think that way.

As I am polishing the silverware in the dining room, I overhear some of the higher-ranking wolves talking about the guests who will be arriving. "Did you hear? The Blind Alpha is coming," One of them whispers. "Really? I thought he never attended these kinds of events," another replies. A expression of disgust passes over my face when I hear them addressing the Alpha as the Blind Alpha. No one has the right to judge someone and especially labeling them. From what I have heard he is blind, but this doesn't mean that he should be defined by his disability. I quickly shake off the thought and focus on my work, determined not to let their gossip distract me.

Indeed, acceptance of my succession was extremely high within Cooper Corp. Compared to James's long-standing autocratic approach and blind investments, my sharp business insights and consistently decisive leadership had already won over many people. Since I took office, overall work had progressed more smoothly, with almost no one questioning my abilities. My secretary, Ted, watched in amazement, "Ms. Cooper, how can you be so calm? "The internet is buzzing about this whole situation. Some are even saying he'll steal Cooper's resources." I picked up a red pen to sign the document, replying without any hint of concern, ”What could he possibly steal with? A livestream and an empty shell compan

She reached into her bag and slid a folded paper across the table. I opened it. Facility intake form. Private medical center. Connecticut. My mother's name was at the top. I didn't move. The woman watched me. Her hands flat on the table. "I work in the administrative office of the facility," she said slowly "Eleven years. There's a patient there — has been for a long time." She paused. "She asks about her daughter. Has been asking for 6 years." I kept my eyes on the form. "The patient's care is funded through a blind trust," she said. "The trust is connected to the Sterling family estate."

Chapter 120 — Trust Is Earned Dominic Costello Trust isn’t a gift; it’s an achievement. Noah trusts his uncle too much and Atlas trusts David, but I smell trouble. After seeing the documents regarding Mr. Blake, and David’s expression, something sparked inside me, and inside Lawson too. “I don’t trust this guy.”

“We usually place a veil over the mates’ eyes, which is only removed at the altar, but since you’re blind… well…” “You can place it. We’ll strictly follow the old traditions,” I replied promptly, unbothered by her hesitation. “I know many have their doubts about me, but I passed the Goddess’s trials. I promise I’ll work hard to earn this pack’s trust and prove that I deserve the title.” “We’re counting on that, Luna,” another matriarch replied, sounding more encouraged.

I wasn’t taking any chances. “I’m blind, dear. I can’t see whatever it is you are trying to hide, and heavens be damned if you think I will let you out of my sight for a split second. If you have every intention to take a shower, you better get to it right now,” I replied, and Vesta sighed in defeat.