Regular Show-blind Trust Novels & Stories

It rocks twice before settling. "Say that again," I dare him. Ethan does not flinch this time. He has reached the limit of his fear. Now he is just an executive trying to keep his pack from burning down. "She is destroying our public credit, Alpha Julian. The shares for the Blue-Claw logistics firm fell four points this morning after that video went viral. The investors do not like an Alpha who looks... unstable." "Unstable?" "They see the drama. They see the Queen family withdrawing their allegiance. They think we are weak."

"My financial team handles the disbursements through Sophia's PR budget. If a private foundation stepped in to assist with the rest, you should take it as a stroke of good luck. I have nothing to do with external charitable trusts." "Adrian, don't play dumb with me," Ethan pressed, stepping closer. "Eighty thousand dollars is one thing. A blank check from a blind trust is a completely different league. If I'm going to live a lie for you, I need to know exactly how deep this rabbit hole goes."

They all nodded, nobody had even the guts to oppose right now as they knew security was supposed to be their duty and they miserably failed in it. "The meeting is adjourned... "Why is that blind girl so important? I just don't get it" Everyone's eyes were now at Flair who was looking at me harshly as if severely enraged at me. And I could understand her trouble, doubts, and fears over her status of being my Luna and our unnamed relationship. "Flair, can you see that door?" Flair's eyes flickered towards the door that was closed and then she nodded at me with confusion in her eyes.

Stanley’s voice echoes in my mind, his calm, patient warning when I confronted him days ago. “You’re wandering into rooms you can’t walk out of.” I open the trust file. Most of it’s redacted. The trustee is listed as Aurelius Holdings, another one of Stanley’s labyrinthine shells. The beneficiary line, though, is blank. Empty, as if someone erased it. A trust without a beneficiary is like a gun without a trigger, it’s still built to do damage. I rub my temples. Stanley’s sleeping in our penthouse across town right now, no doubt dreaming the kind of dreamless sleep only men with secrets can afford. And here I am, in his empire’s beating heart, tracing the veins he doesn’t want me to follow.

He knows. He has to know. The thought hammered inside Avery’s chest like a trapped bird as she stared at the broad back of her new husband. No. Calm down, Avery. She took a slow, silent breath, trying to steady her trembling hands. How could he? He’s blind. He is relying on files compiled by investigators. He’s just highly intuitive. If he knew the truth, he would have thrown me out or called the police the second I walked down the aisle. He’s just testing the boundaries of the woman he thinks is Kendra.

she said quietly. Another silence fell between them. Five years ago, they would always have late-night talks before bed. No matter how tired she was, Jade would make time to bond with the blind Zane. She didn’t want him to feel alone, especially since she spent most of the day working herself to the bone to save for his surgery. One night, he made her promise that she would be there when he regained his sight. She had said yes. But in the end, she broke that promise.

“Should not you be wondering about the joint property part? With that, and the power of attorney, I’ll be able to strip you of every last penny and toss you aside.” “You would not.” No hesitation. She does not even stop to think about it. “What if I do?” “No. You are a lot of things, but you are not a backstabber. Also, I trust you.” “You should not. Blind trust is plain stupidity.” “It is not blind. I carefully built it up over time. Besides, there needs to be some sort of trust if we’re going to get married.” “This marriage is only for convenience. Do you understand, Genevieve?”

"It’s a blind trust. Registered in the Caymans in 2009. On the surface, it’s exactly what it claims to be: a standard political blind trust designed to shield a senator from conflicts of interest. It shows up in Richard’s federal disclosures every year like clockwork. Completely legal. Completely boring." ​"But?" ​"But Richard didn't just use it for investments. Look at the outflows." Margot tapped a key, and the routing diagram shifted, highlighting seventeen distinct lines of capital moving out of the trust. "The trust receives money from the shell entities we already mapped. But it pays out to seventeen separate recipients. Disguised as 'consultancy fees,' 'legal retainers,' and 'advisory

“Wrong lesson.” Her brows furrowed. “You don’t survive in my world by trusting less. You survive by knowing exactly who you’re trusting and why,” I said. “Blind trust is foolish. But complete distrust is isolating. Both get people destroyed.” She went quiet. I closed her file gently. “That will be all, Miss Brooks.” Her eyes widened slightly. “Ma’am, I—” “We’ll get back to you,” I cut in, my tone leaving no room for argument.

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”