Blind No More: The Billionaire's Betrayed Wife

Chapter 1Clover's POV The alarm on my phone chimed softly. I reached for it on the nightstand, fingers brushing cool marble before finding the device. My thumb swiped across the screen out of habit, silencing it.Today.My heart fluttered, then raced like it wanted to burst free. Today was the day.I sat up slowly,steady. Three years of this room, memorized in every sound and texture.“Damian?” My voice came out breathy, hopeful.No answer. He must have left early again. But he’d promised to be there when I woke. Maybe he was making breakfast.I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood, bare feet meeting the cold tiles. My fingers trailed the familiar path along the wall—past the dresser, into the bathroom. The cool tile underfoot, the smooth porcelain of the sink. I splashed water on my face, the droplets tracing icy paths down my cheeks.“One more session, Clo. Then you'll really see him.” I smiled.The thought sent warmth blooming in my chest. I pictured Damian's face fr

Chapter 3Clover's POV Mia drove us to an underground lounge, that was famously called The Velvet Room. The bouncer recognized her and waved us through.We strode inside casually, the live jazz and dim lights with people under was a sight to behold. I could see the saxophonist’s fingers flying and the deep crimson of the velvet booths.Mia ordered two shots of tequila and a bottle of bourbon. “To seeing clearly,” she toasted, clinking her glass against mine.I threw the shot back and drank every bit. The room tilted pleasantly, conversations coming from different angles. Mia's lips were moving as she spoke and I just nodded, but my mind kept flashing to Damian's eyes widening in horror.To him and Sophia…Dammit, I wanted it gone.Mia excused her to the dance floor, swirling wildly amongst others, while I stayed back, drinking.A man slid onto the stool beside me sometime after the third shot. I gazed closely, my eyes narrowing. He was talk, broad shoulders under a black button-down

Chapter 5Clover's POV The words landed punches in my guts and I staggered back, my world tilting.“Clover, listen. I have a vacant apartment that you can move in temporarily while I fix things. Just give me time, baby.”Foolish. So damn foolish.Rage exploded my vision. I slapped him hard across the face, the force echoing through the foyer. My palm stung.Victoria lunged at me instantly, shrieking. “How dare you touch my son!” Her hand connected with my cheek in return.Pain filled behind my eyes as I crumpled to the floor, suitcase tipping beside me. I could swear I almost saw stars.“Just sign the papers, Damian. Let's be done with this.”I watched in horror as Damian hesitated, then walked to the side table where the courier envelope sat. He picked up the pen and scratched his signatures across it.Sophia snatched the papers from his hold and hurled them at me. They fluttered down, landing on my lap.“There. Go to hell with your divorce.”I pushed myself up from the cold marble

Chapter 7Clover's POV“You are our daughter, Eleanor. We have waited twenty-four years to say those words.”Elena’s voice cracked on the last syllable as she stood in the grand sitting room, one hand pressed to her chest like she might fall apart if I denied her again. She looked at the man next to her with tears in her eyes. “Tell her it's the truth, Matteo.”Matteo, I assumed was her husband, stood beside her, his shoulders rigid, eyes never leaving my face. “Yes.”I gripped the edge of the velvet chair so hard my knuckles turned white. “My name is Clover. Not Eleanor and not your daughter. I don’t know who you think I am, but this is insane.”Elena took a shaky step closer. “Clover, then. We will call you whatever you wish. But look at me, sweetheart. The eyes, the hair, the small scar on your left wrist from when you were two and tried to climb the fountain at our old estate. We have the photos. The DNA results came back the moment they scanned you at the airport. You are ours.”

Chapter 9Clover's POVMia’s jaw actually dropped when the front doors of the Rossi penthouse swung open.She stood frozen in the living room, her eyes wide, while two maids hurried past with fresh flowers and another adjusted the lighting on a massive abstract painting I had chosen before my arrival.“Holy… Clover,” she breathed, spinning slowly to look at me. “This isn’t a house. This is a freaking museum. Look at that chandelier!”I smiled, watching her touch the velvet couch. “Oh c'mon, stop being dramatic.”“Dramatic? I'm not!”I chuckled, pinching the bridge of my nose. “It’s home now. Come on, I’ll show you around later. First, we’re going shopping.”Mia blinked. “Shopping? Like… normal shopping?”“Like I’m spoiling my best friend who put up with methroughout the years. It's worth it, c'mon.” I linked my arm through hers and pulled her toward away.“Consider it payback.”Two hours later, Mia twirled in front of the mirror in a designer boutique, wearing a red dress that hugged