All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Blindspot : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Alessa’s sleep that night was a blissful one. The calm one you have without many dreams. She felt like she was floating on a cloud. Until her eyes opened due to a loud bang. First, she was discombobulated as this was the second time her sleep was broken tonight. Once she became more awake, she realized she was in Kyle's room. At first, she thought it was Kyle’s ploy to get her up again for round seven, but he was softly snoring next to her. She stretched out and yawned as she made her way downstairs to the noise.The living room was pitch black. This was odd. Usually, there was a source of light, but she couldn’t see anything. Still, she forged on, though a bit slower and warier now. She walked towards the kitchen to see if maybe the mess they made earlier had caused the ruckus. Maybe one of the cereal bowls fell?The kitchen was equally dark. She knew for a fact they left all the lights on here. Something was off…She turned back around to go wake Kyle up, but she felt a hand wrap

When Alessa came to, she realized right away that she didn’t have the capability of moving her arms, or legs. She opened her eyes and noticed she was in a room without any windows. There was old furniture, piled to her right. An old laundry and dryer to her left. A TV with a radio button dial was a few feet in front of her. Alessa tried to move again and realized that she was tied up standing on what seemed like a pole. One found in most basements in America. She could safely assume she was at least in the country. She didn’t know anything else. Like was Kyle safe? How many days had she been here? What day was it? What time was it? Was Kyle safe? Was he safe? Please let him be safe. Alessa could barely keep her eyes open. Whatever they had given her was strong. Again, she fell asleep.The next few times she was up. She was in the same position. In the same location. She was up a few minutes—her guess—and then she was out again. It was always the same. Except one time. She remembered

The lady, Jackie, was now the only one Alessa was seeing. It was day five of her kidnapping. She was still tied to the pole. Though Jackie untied her once a day to clean her and provide her with a new pair of clothes. She was also providing Alessa with three hot meals a day. There was also another thing Alessa figured—Jackie was Adam’s wife. She wasn’t sure if she was right. Alessa also thought she maybe could convince Jackie to talk to her. So today, while Jackie bought her lunch, Alessa asked, “How does your daughter feel about you keeping a woman down in the basement? Did you tell her not to come down? Or did you lie and say there is a monster down here?” Alessa asked.“You don’t worry about me—“ Jackie paused. “How do you know I have a daughter? I never said.”“Kyle knows. Another powerful man knows about your daughter. He knows quite a bit about her. He talked to her once.” Alessa added.Jackie cackled. “You figured out who we are. Good for you. I know Kyle isn’t going to do an

“See this is why you leave things for girls to do. Just so you know James, we find out anything anyone is hiding from us.” Aspen said. Aspen, James, and Kyle were back at The Milton. Aspen had been feverishly researching for Jacqueline Hue on her phone.“What did you find?” Kyle said before James could defend himself. “From your FBI friend, we know she got arrested in Ohio, which is where she had her child, and where, up till now she was living. Till Adam got in trouble and he probably hid her and his child away somewhere.” Aspen hashed out. “We already know this, what else.” “Right, but Jackie—that’s the name her friends and now enemies call her—has an Instagram. Of course, it’s private but the girl world is small. Someone I met on a business trip a few years ago follows her. I reached out to her and she shared some pictures, and guess what I see.” Aspen turned her phone towards the boys. On it was a picture of Jackie. She looked young there, but the picture looked old. In it, sh

Alessa had just finished telling her side of the story to the cop who was kind enough to come to the penthouse to ask her instead of making her go into the police station. She was still in bed. After Kyle carried her into their bed last night, she had slept for close to 17 hours. Kyle had been by her side the whole time. He had just left now when the cop had asked him to. She told him all about Jason threatening her, almost rapping her, about Jackie’s situation and help. She also gave detailed descriptions of how Jason and she got into a fight after he pointed a gun at Jackie. “After sending Cindy away I tried to get the gun out of his hands—I don’t know who pulled the trigger,” Alessa said.“What about Frank? Did he have a gun?” “No, he didn’t.” “Why did you shoot him then?”“Because he kidnapped me.” Alessa matter-in-factly said.“So it was revenge?” The cop asked.“No, it was fear. Fear that he was going to hurt me or Cindy or Jackie.”“A handicapped old man?”“A man who orches