Todos los capítulos de The Billionaires Blind Reckoning: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Lucas POVSunday Night 8:45 pmBy the time I finish setting up the dinner I ordered from Uber Eats, my entire place smells like lemon and fish.Boston Fish Market.That’s the name of the spot, and yeah, it’s expensive as fuck. Plates start at forty five dollars, but you get an insane amount of food, so I didn’t even realize what I was doing until everything showed up. I got three different fish entrées, all with rice and potatoes. Heavy as hell on the starches.I ordered fish and chips, the real kind. Thick cut potato chips, not those skinny fries pretending to be something they’re not. Then Swai fish, whiting fish, oysters, clams. Basically enough seafood to feed a small village.I plate everything neatly, open the wine, set out the glasses, and straighten the table.Tonight matters.I hear the doorbell and move fast, making sure everything looks right, because tonight isn’t just dinner. Tonight is me finally drawing a fucking line in the sand.Emily and I have been dancing around ea

Zade’s POVBy the time Thursday rolled around, the next big investors’ meeting was set for 1:00 p.m. I made damn sure it landed on a day Clover would be in the building. Lately, we’d been having investor meetings back to back with a lot of new interest that was flooding in, especially since Clover came on board, even if it was only part time. Once people learned who the real other owner was, the silent owner, the company became even more attractive.Clover walked into the building wearing a fitted black two-piece suit with cutouts at the shoulders, tailored perfectly to her body. She looked incredible. Instead of her usual sleek high ponytail, her hair was styled into an intricate double ponytail, one high, one lower, connected seamlessly, with a soft swoop of bangs framing her face.Her signature red lipstick was flawless, her eye makeup light, her glam make up was subtle but effective. Jewelry in place, briefcase in one hand, purse in the other and she moved like a boss.She greete

Clover’s POVI couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out of me as Carl leaned closer, his voice low and warm, telling me how beautiful I looked today, and how if he were my husband, he’d kiss the ground I walked on and take care of me the way I deserved.And God help me… it felt nice.Zade had been saying those things lately, but for three years before that? He’d stopped. Completely. No compliments. No softness. No reassurance. So yeah, having someone, even a near stranger, notice me like this? Dote on me? It did something to me.Carl wasn’t someone new, new. I’d met him when I was blind, and again after I got my vision back. But still, he was practically a stranger. And yet here he was, whispering sweet things in my ear, saying he felt sorry for what I’d been through, telling me that if I were his wife, I’d never feel unloved.So I giggled. I won’t lie about that.I could see Zade out of the corner of my eye, and he was seething.Carl leaned in again, his voice brushing my ear, and I

Lucas’s POVI lay there, staring at the ceiling, watching my future sleep beside me. A heavy sigh leaves my chest as the thought keeps circling my mind, over and over again.I really, really believe Daisy slipped me something.The realization won’t settle. I can’t wrap my head around it. This woman, the same woman who was kidnapped as a child, the one my family embraced wholeheartedly, someone I loved like a sister… did something dangerous to me.But why?What would she gain from this?I fix my eyes on a small dot on the ceiling, not even realizing how long I’ve been staring at it until I feel fingers brushing my cheeks, wiping away tears I didn’t notice had fallen.Emily’s awake.She looks at me softly. “Why are you crying, babe?” she asks, pressing a kiss to my cheek.I shake my head. “I had a really, really bad dream.”She frowns slightly, pushing herself up on one elbow. “A dream about…?”I hesitate.Should I tell her? Would she look at me differently? With pity? I don’t want that

Clover’s POVAs my Uber pulls up in front of the Blackwood estate, I enter the code I always use. Joe smiles as he drives us toward the front entrance, following the curve of the roundabout.I sigh softly. “Joe, before you get to the roundabout, I need you to make a right hand turn on that little access road.”He glances at me in the rearview mirror, puzzled, then nods and turns off as instructed. As he continues driving, he asks, “Mrs. Smith, what does this lead to?”“The back of the house,” I say. “When you come back out, the gates will let you out automatically. You just need the code to get in. Remember?”He nods again. “Yes, ma’am.”“But this time,” I add, “when you leave, go straight. That’s what I was told. There’s a road back there you can take straight out.”I point toward a small side entranceone usually reserved for staff. Joe parks, and I step out, grabbing my bags.“Thank you so much, Joe,” I tell him. “Five stars all around. I’ll give you a double bonus, okay? And… keep