Todos los capítulos de The Billionaires Blind Reckoning: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Lucas’s POV As I reach out to shake Emily’s mother’s hand, Rain immediately lifts hers.“Oh no, no. My hands are dirty,” she says with a laugh. “Let me wash up first so I can do that properly.”I smirk and pull my hand back. “No rush.”I turn instead and offer my hand to her father.He takes it, firm and quick, then immediately goes right back to his newspaper like the interaction never happened. No hello. No introduction. Nothing.I blink once, then shrug it off.Rain dries her hands on a towel and walks over, shaking my hand properly this time.“You know,” she says warmly, “my daughter’s been talking about you for quite a while.”Emily groans instantly. “Mom.”I chuckle. “It’s okay. Really.”Emily changes the subject fast. “So… I brought Lucas here for dinner. What are we eating?”Rain grins. “Veggie lasagna and regular lasagna. Take your pick or eat both.”“I’ll eat whatever you’re cooking,” I say. “It smells amazing, ma'am.”She snorts. “Shit, I’m not that old. Call me Rain.”I l

Clover’s POVAs the car pulls up to the restaurant, I let out a long breath and glance over at Joe.“Joe,” I say lightly, “I know I’ve basically turned you into my personal driver.”He chuckles. “Miss Smith, that’s perfectly fine. And thank you for the business.”I laugh. “No problem.”He slows to a stop. “You’re at your destination.”I look down at my hands, suddenly nervous. “This is the first time one side of my family is meeting the other.”Joe looks at me through the rearview mirror. “That’s a good thing, right?”I smile weakly. “Of course it is.”“Don’t be nervous,” he says gently. “This is family. That’s always a good thing.”I nod. “You’re right. Thanks, Joe. I’ll see you later, I might need a ride back.”He raises a brow. “Your ex-husband coming?”I sigh. “Technically, we’re just separated. So yes. My current husband is coming.”Joe shakes his head with a knowing smile. “Then he’s still your husband. Take care, Mrs. Smith.”“You too.”I step out of the car, smoothing my fitte

Clover’s POVAfter I stood and turned toward the restroom, I could feel Zay’s eyes on me, all heavy, lingering, like they were tracing every inch of my back.I shake my head to myself.I’m trying my damnedest to get away from this man, and yet he keeps pushing it. Always too close. Always too bold.I flag down the waitress.“Excuse me, where’s the restroom?”She points down the hall.“Straight back.”“Thank you so much,” I say, already moving.The moment I step into the ladies’ room, I notice two other women inside. I give them a polite smile and head for the last stall on the end, the handicap stall.Yeah, I know. I’m technically not handicapped anymore.But I was for three years, so I don’t feel that bad.I do my business, but of course, of course, my damn watch snags on the lace of my top.“What the fuck,” I mutter under my breath.I tug. It doesn’t budge.I sigh, shake my head, tug again. Nothing.By the time I finally free it, and when I say finally, I mean a good five minutes la

Clover’s POVAs I stand in the bathroom getting ready for bed, I think about Zade being out there on the couch. I look at myself in the mirror and sigh. I don’t really mind him sleeping in the bed with me. I’m not going to touch him or anything, nothing’s going to happen. Maybe he could just lay with me. It’s not that I’m super scared, but I am a little fearful, and I do need some reassurance.So maybe he could just come lay with me.I sigh to myself as I finish washing my face, making sure I get all the makeup off. I do not want pimples. Once I’m done, I wrap my hair into a messy bun and put on the corrective glasses the doctor gave me. I go into my closet and pull on a pair of sleep shorts and a small T-shirt.“I’m sleeping like this,” I mutter to myself, “because if I sleep in my regular gown, it would be inappropriate.” It would be tempting him. And I’ve already decided to let him sleep in the bed with me.I stare at myself for a long moment, then sigh. “Okay, God. Here we go.”I

Clover POVI wake up in Zade’s arms and let out a quiet sigh, because this isn’t what I want.I don’t want to keep relying on him. Maybe it’s muscle memory. Maybe it’s familial memory, because he is my family. Family I chose. Or maybe it’s the baby. Maybe I want to keep him around for the baby.Will I keep him out of my child’s life? No. It’s his child too. He always wanted a baby with me. He told me that back in college.But as far as I’m concerned, I can’t keep doing this. Scared or not.I stay still, letting his warmth wrap around me. And I hate to admit it, but it feels amazing. Too amazing. I stare at the wall and think, What happens next?Maybe I should start looking for a place closer to the city. I’m going to be working more all the way up until I give birth, and I want to be closer to my family, both families. Maybe I’ll talk to Zade when he wakes up. Instead of going to work on Monday, I could go in Tuesday and spend Monday looking for a house. Something small. Cottage styl