The Blind Phil Robertson Movie Novels & Stories

Blair sighed and pinched the spot between his eyebrows. “Ding!” His phone rang again. He thought it was a message from Solomon but saw that it was from Dick. [This beauty is absolutely stunning. I can die happy tonight!] There was a photo after the message. Uninterested, Blair was going to ignore it when he accidentally clicked on the photo. Once the photo filled the screen, the woman inside was clear to see. Next, Blair widened his eyes. He immediately recognized the woman even though she was blindfolded. ‘Mable!’

she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal. “Good. I don’t know about the other men he might make you meet. It’s all on you. And trust me, he will kill you if he gets even a hint that you’re blind. So never—not even by accident—let anyone find out the truth behind these beautiful eyes. You understand?” he growled, grabbing her chin harshly. “Y…Yes, Sir,” she stuttered, her tears threatening to flow. But she was strong enough to hold them back.

They watched me through the shower glass. I soaped slow. Blind. Exposed. I bent for the soap. And saw it in the drain. Half a contact lens. Blue. Not mine. Not my sister's—hers are brown. Someone else showered here. I stood. Wrapped the towel. Fumbled the tuck. Blind people can't see mirrors. "Your phone," the robot voice said. I reached out. "Where?" "Counter. Left." Wet phone. Cracked screen. I turned on VoiceOver—Siri reading fast, gibberish to them, clear to me.

"Ten days actually." "I give you lots of credit son, no one else has lasted for more than five days, seven tops. I'm going to let you in on a secret. Miss Bruce has a knack for sneaking out when her bodyguards go to bed. I'd keep a close eye on her if I were you." "Sneak away you say, how does she do that with no sight?" He asked, curious about how she could get out, seeing she was blind. "She will pay one of the other men or the one of the staff to drive her wherever she wants to go. That's why people who work here come and go faster than you bat an eye."

I said. His jaw was tight. The muscle there working in the way it did when he was containing something large. "Damien," I said quietly. "He just put your medical information in a press conference." "I know," he said. "Your blindness. Your procedure. Your fifty percent." "I know," he said. "In public," I said. "To hurt you." "I know," he said. For the third time. Each one quieter than the last. I looked at him. At the tight jaw and the still hands and three years of a private life being dismantled piece by piece by a man who had decided that if he couldn't win legally he would win by burning everything down.

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?

From their perspective I was still the blind Don—sensing the room through sound and instinct alone. “Boss.” Rukov’s voice pulled me out of the spiral. Then another. “Boss Zeden…” I recognized it instantly. Mateo. I couldn’t see him, but I didn’t need to. I still had to keep up the act for the rest of the world. Mother knew the truth now. Amber knew. But everyone else still believed the blindness was real. Mateo leaned in close, voice low at my ear. “I’m fine,” I told him before he could ask. “It’s just a minor thing. Some people find it difficult to listen anymore.”

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

She pointed the ball in another direction thinking he was standing in the direction, the boy stared confusedly at her. "Hello, am standing right here, why are you pointing the ball in another direction?".He asked. "Oh, am sorry, I thought you were standing there".She said smiling and turned the ball in his direction and he took it from her. "Is there something wrong with your eyes?". "Um, yes, I can't see with them, which means I am blind". "Oh, am sorry about that, when did this happen? Was it during birth?". "No, it happened two days ago".