Regular Show-blind Trust Novels & Stories

Arthur tapped the master ledger's final balance summary, turning the page to face Avery. "The trust holds primary liquid assets spread across private Swiss accounts, commercial real estate deeds in Paris and London, and a twenty-percent non-voting equity block in an international logistics conglomerate," Arthur detailed, his voice calm and precise. "When adjusted for market growth and accumulated interest over the last decade... the total net asset value of the Sienna Trust stands at approximately one hundred and forty-five million dollars." Avery gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. One hundred and forty-five million dollars.

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.

Deirdre took a step back abruptly yet consciously, as if she was hypervigilant. Tobey was stunned for a moment before he tried to explain himself, “Your hair is in the way. Let me help you tuck it.” “Is that so…” Deirdre was embarrassed. She had a hard time trusting outsiders because of what Brendan had done, yet Tobey was not an outsider but a neighbor who would help her frequently in the past. “I’m sorry that I was caught off guard.” “It’s fine,” Tobey answered in a gentle voice. “It’s normal for you to be vigilant because of your visual impairment. This is a good thing. If you’re still as naive and trustful as you were in the past, I would be worried that you might get hurt.”

someone shouted. Damian didn’t answer immediately. He looked at the empty chair across from him—the one Aria should have occupied if the world were kinder. Then he spoke. “To a blind trust. Effective immediately.” The lawyers froze. “You’re dismantling your own power,” one of them said incredulously. Damian nodded once. “Power without accountability is just a crown made of paper. And paper burns.” Elena allowed herself a small, fierce smile. Back in the cell, night crept in without ceremony.

"You said... the audit showed he was deleted." ​"He was deleted from the active registry," I said, finally turning to her. My heart was thumping against my ribs so hard it felt like it would break. "But his voting shares were never formally liquidated. They were put into a 'Blind Trust' that was meant to be triggered only if the Medusa project was compromised. I didn't fake those signatures four months ago to screw you, Isabella. I faked them to keep his trust active. I was keeping him 'alive' in the system so I could use him as a shield when Eleanor finally moved."

She said with a bow. "How are you doing?".He asked. "Am fine sir".She said smiling and he was staring confusedly at her. "Is something wrong with her eyes?".He asked. "Yes, Dad, Isadora can't see with her eyes". Andrew said and Mr. Frank was surprised. He took her hand and pulled her to sit on his lap. "How did it happen? Was she blind from birth?".He asked her mother. "No, sir, it happened a month ago, but the doctor said her sight can be regained once there is a Donor".She explained and Mr.Frank felt pity.

If I should have followed my instincts this wouldn't have happened to me. "Don't worry I won't do anything to you. You can trust me. Let me sign your discharge papers, before I return, you should be ready," James' voice pulled me out of my thoughts. What do I do now, i don't even know where my duffle bag is. Jake still didn't know that I was blind, so after he came back to escort me out, that was the moment when it happened—where i had mistakenly walked into the wall and hit my head pretty bad.