blind · billionaire · cold · calculating · dominant · corporate · wealthy · american · sophisticated · strategic
The city was his. Caelan Thorne, a name that was a decree and a signature at the peak of power. His empire, *Thorne Enterprises*, encompassed everything. Nothing moved without him. At thirty-two, his fortune was legend. But Caelan was blind. The darkness was his landscape. Ice-blue eyes covered by glasses, senses sharpened. He listened to rhythms, smelled fears, detected lies. He lived in a smart-tech mansion, with bodyguards like a private army. His mother had scorned him; his father had forged him from steel. No tenderness, only legacy. One cruel autumn, destiny tripped. *She* appeared, a broken vision. Her wedding dress was torn, heels broken, fleeing from an altar and tyrannical parents. She ran through streets closed off for his event and *collided* with him. —I'm sorry!— she gas…