All Chapters of The Billionaires Blind Reckoning: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lucas POV As Will, the DNA investigator, takes his seat, my hands are still shaking.It’s not just the fact that Daisy drugged me.It’s the way I feel now, which is dirty and marked with a scarlet P for pervert. Like she put something on me that I can’t scrub off no matter how hard I try. There’s a stigma clinging to my skin, crawling up my spine, making my stomach twist.And even though we’re not blood, it feels incestuous. It feels wrong in a way that makes my chest ache.I would never sleep with my sister.I would never touch a relative.I would never choose that.My thoughts spiral, one crashing into the next, too loud, too fast. I can see it in everyone’s eyes, the pity, the concern, the way they keep looking at me like they’re afraid I’ll shatter if they blink too hard.Do they think I’m disgusting?I drag a hand down my face and stare at the floor.Will clears his throat. “I have all the information you requested. It’s been back for a bit, but I wanted to be absolutely certain

Lucas’s POV I stare at her, my sister of eighteen years, and feel something hollow crack open in my chest.I don’t know this woman.I don’t recognize her voice, her posture, the way she moves through the room like she owns it, and me.Whatever I thought Daisy was, whatever version of her lived in my head, she’s gone.She circles the room before sitting, slow and deliberate. Winks at me. Licks her lips. Her eyes rake over me like I’m something consumable.I swallow hard. “Okay, Daisy. Talk, because I have questions of my own.”She smirks. “Well, brother,” she says, dragging the word out like it’s a joke only she’s in on. “What questions do you have? Because I don’t think you’re going to like the answers.”I tip my head back, stare at the ceiling, and breathe through my nose. “Do you remember what happened six months ago?”Her hand goes to her belly, rubbing slow, possessive circles. “Of course I remember. That’s when this little miracle happened.”My stomach turns.“What happened that

Explicit Scenes Ahead Zade's POV I waited in the shadows outside Clover’s house, my blood simmering as I watched that overcompensating piece of shit pull up. The second Carl stepped out of the car, I saw the way he looked at my wife, with his lizard tongue darting out to lick his crusty ass lips like she was something he could just consume. They were so wrapped up in his forced conversation that they didn't even notice me standing by the side of the house, like a ghost fueled by pure adrenaline.Then I heard it. He asked for a kiss. When she told him no, he didn't back off. He grabbed her face aggressively, trying to force himself on her, on my wife.I saw fucking red.The world turned into a blur of motion as I charged. The door was still ajar; I threw it open and ripped that asshole off her with enough force to snap his neck. He folded instantly. He saw the look in my eyes and knew I wouldn't just beat his ass, I’d ruin his entire life financially. He scrambled out of there like

Zade’s POVAs the television hums quietly in the background and Clover drifts off to sleep against me, I pull her closer without even thinking. Her body fits into mine like it always has, like it never forgot where it belonged.I tip my head back slightly, staring at the ceiling, and whisper a quiet prayer.God… whatever I’m doing right now, please let it keep working.Because I was lost. I was lost even before Clover left me, but I didn’t realize it then. I damn sure know it now. Life without her doesn’t work. It doesn’t breathe, and it damn sure doesn’t make any sense.And I need another chance.I need her to let me back in, not just for me, but for our child. For our family.Today went so easily. A little too easily. I woke up excited to cook for her. I loved standing in the bathroom, blow-drying her hair, taking care of her the way I used to, before everything broke. I love this woman with everything I have in me. There is no one else. There never was.Whatever the hell happened

Third Person POV Six Months LaterSheena Miller (Janine Smith)Six months later, Sheena Miller barely recognized herself.At fifteen, a freshman in high school, she moved through her days like someone underwater, muted, hazy, attached to one person and one person only. Travis.She had once been a straight A student, the kind of girl teachers praised quietly, the kind who finished assignments early and helped others without being asked. Now she barely scraped by with C’s and B’s, homework rushed or forgotten entirely, her mind always somewhere else. With him.They were together every day after school. Every evening. Every spare moment. Travis became her routine, her priority, her gravity. And to Travis, who is seventeen now, bigger, louder, more sure of himself, Sheena wasn’t just his girlfriend.She was his.He loved everything about her, or at least that’s what he said. The way she walked. The way she laughed. The way she looked when she listened to him like he was the only voice in