HIS BLIND OBSESSION
HE SPENT FOUR MONTHS FIGURING OUT EXACTLY HOW TO TAKE ME APART. TURNS OUT BLIND MEN DON’T NEED EYES TO RUIN YOU COMPLETELY.
Noah Carter is twenty-three, broke, and desperate.
His seventeen-year-old brother’s lung condition is getting worse, his eight-year-old brother has stopped asking for things they can’t afford, and Noah has exactly $43 left in his bank account. When an $8,400 hospital bill lands on his doorstep, he knows he’s out of options.
Then he finds a job posting at 2 a.m.
Live-in Personal Assistant.
The employer is Damien Cole.
Thirty-four. Billionaire. Blind since a car accident three years ago. Cold, ruthless, and so impossible to work for that seven assistants have quit in the last three years.
Noah walks into the interview with a coffee stain on his cuff and desperation written all over him.
Somehow, he gets the job.
Living with Damien is supposed to be simple. Do the work, collect the paycheck, and save his brother’s life.
Instead, Noah finds himself drawn into the world of a man who notices everything despite seeing nothing.
Because Damien Cole has secrets.
And once Damien becomes interested in something, he doesn’t let it go.
Unfortunately for Noah, that something might be him.
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Chapter: Chapter 47– Noah’s POVThe first time someone accused me of being in love with Damien Cole, I should have laughed. Instead, my stomach dropped.The car ride back from Central Park was quiet. Not awkward, not uncomfortable, just full. The kind of silence that existed when too much had been said and neither of us had figured out what to do with it yet. I kept thinking about the bench. About his voice when he said I mattered enough for him to bring me somewhere real. Most people wouldn’t understand why that hit so hard. Most people didn’t know Damien Cole.Beside me, he sat calm, one hand resting loosely against the seat between us. Close enough that I could have reached it. I didn’t. I still felt it anyway.By the time we pulled into Cole Industries, I’d almost convinced myself to stop thinking about it. Then the elevator doors opened, and the atmosphere shifted immediately. Conversations stopped. People looked away too quickly. I frowned because something was wrong, and beside me Damien noticed at the same t
Last Updated: 2026-06-19
Chapter: Chapter 46 — Damien's POV I gave the driver an address I had not said out loud in three years. Noah sat beside me in the car, quiet, the quietness of someone who had just dismantled a deposition in eleven minutes and was still coming down from the thrill of it. "Where are we going," he said. "Somewhere I used to go," I said. "Used to," he said. "Before," I said. He understood. He didn't push. The car stopped after twelve minutes. I knew the route without needing to be told, every turn memorised long before the accident took it away from me visually and long after it had stayed mapped in my body regardless. Central Park. The entrance near Seventy-Ninth. I got out. Found the path with my cane, the one I had not used since the night I went to find him at the hospital, and felt Noah fall into step beside me without taking my arm, without hovering, just present. "There's a bench," I said. "Third one on the left after the fountain. Used to be my spot." "Used to be," he said. "I haven't been here in thre
Last Updated: 2026-06-18
Chapter: Chapter 45 — Noah’s POVThe deposition room had no windows.I sat at one end of a long table with Marcus beside me and a court reporter typing quietly in the corner and Hale’s lawyer across from me, a woman named Patricia Glenn who had the energy of someone paid by the hour to be intimidating.Damien was not in the room. He had argued about it for two days and lost and was somewhere outside it, listening through whatever updates Marcus could give him, which was its own kind of unbearable.“Mr Carter,” Patricia Glenn said. “You were given level three database access four days before the breach occurred. Correct?”“Yes,” I said.“That’s an unusually fast escalation for someone in your position,” she said. “Personal assistant. No background in finance, law, or technology.”“I have a literature degree,” I said. “Mr Cole gave me access because I found an error his legal team missed. He valued the work, not my résumé.”“Convenient,” she said.“It’s documented,” I said. “The email chain exists. Marcus has copies.”
Last Updated: 2026-06-17
Chapter: Chapter 44 — Damien’s POVMarcus called at nine am.“Hale’s lawyers filed something,” he said. “A countersuit. He’s claiming wrongful termination from three years ago. Says the timing of our criminal case against him is retaliatory.”I sat back in my chair.“He’s trying to muddy it,” I said.“He’s trying to delay it,” Marcus said. “If he can drag this into a years-long legal fight, the data breach charges get tied up with his employment dispute. Juries get confused. Settlements happen instead of convictions.”“What does he want,” I said.“Money,” Marcus said. “And for us to drop the criminal referral.” A pause. “Damien there’s something else. His filing mentions Noah by name. Claims Noah’s hiring and rapid access escalation was irregular and worth investigating.”I went very still.“He’s trying to make this about Noah,” I said.“He’s trying to make this messy enough that you back off,” Marcus said. “It’s a pressure tactic. It won’t hold up. But it means depositions. It means Noah might need to give a statement
Last Updated: 2026-06-16
Chapter: Chapter 43 — Noah’s POVDaniel left at one fifteen. He hugged me on the way out which he had never done before and said absolutely nothing about it and pressed the elevator button and was gone before I could ask what that was about. I went back to my desk. Sat down. Stared at the Zurich checklist on my screen. Us. He had said us. Not the checklist. Not we. Us. Like it was the most natural word in the world, like it had always been the word, like two people and a penthouse and four weeks and six days had been us for longer than either of them had said out loud. And then a promotion. And whatever you need for Eli and Caleb said quietly at the kitchen counter like it was a small thing. Like it was nothing. Like paying my brother’s hospital bills and now restructuring my entire employment package was just something that needed doing so he was doing it. I pressed both hands flat on my desk. Breathed. My phone buzzed. Daniel. How are you doing. Sitting at my desk, I typed. That’s not an answer. I
Last Updated: 2026-06-16
Chapter: Chapter 42 — Damien’s POV Daniel arrived at noon without being invited. I heard the elevator at twelve and knew immediately because Daniel’s footsteps had a rhythm I had catalogued thirty years ago and could not unknow. Easy. Unhurried. The walk of someone who had decided where he was going and expected to be welcome when he got there. I had not invited him. “Daniel,” I said from my office without moving. “Damien,” he said from the entrance hall. “I didn’t ask you to come,” I said. “I know,” he said. Already moving toward the kitchen. “I brought lunch.” I put my phone down. Stood up. Walked to the kitchen doorway. He was unpacking containers onto the counter with the ease of someone who had been in this kitchen a hundred times, which he had not, but Daniel treated familiarity as something you decided rather than earned. Noah was at his desk. I could hear him keyboard, chair, the quiet rhythm of him working. He had not come out. “Noah,” Daniel called. Too loud. Carrying deliberately. The keyboard
Last Updated: 2026-06-15
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