The Billionaires Blind Reckoning의 모든 챕터: 챕터 221 - 챕터 230

Lucas’s POV 15 Minutes before the court hearings “Alright,” I say, turning to face everyone gathered around me. “When we go in there, we stay together. We will be a united front. No drama, no reactions, just observe. Got it?”There are nods all around, but I can already tell… that’s easier said than done.My mom looks at me, brows slightly furrowed. “Are we waiting on someone else?”“Yeah,” I say. “Chris.”Clover’s eyes light up a little, a small smile forming. “You actually got him to come?”I shrug. “Didn’t have to do much convincing. He said he wanted to see his mother… and his sister.”Zade lets out a low whistle. “Oh shit… so it’s really about to go down?”I chuckle, shaking my head. “Not like you think. This is just an arraignment. Nobody’s getting sentenced today. It’s just pleas, court dates and that’s pretty much it. This is not TV court.”He nods slowly. “Still… feels like something.”“Yeah,” I mutter. “It is.”Right on cue, a car pulls up.Chris steps out.Tall, composed,

Janine’s POVFriday MorningMy eyes snap open before the sun even fully rises.My heart is already racing.Today.I slowly sit up in bed and take a deep breath, pressing my hand to my chest like I can physically calm it down.Beside me, Tarek shifts and groans softly before rolling over.“Hon…” his voice is thick with sleep. “You okay?”“I’m fine,” I whisper, even though I’m clearly not.He squints at the clock.“…It’s five in the morning.”“I know,” I say quickly, already swinging my legs off the bed. “I just, there’s things I need to do. I have to prepare...”His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me right back down against him.“Janine,” he murmurs against my shoulder, “lay down.”“They’ll be here soon...”“They won’t,” he cuts in gently. “Flight lands at eight. The cars will pick them up. They’ll be here around nine, maybe nine-thirty.”I hesitate.He rubs my arm slowly. “You have time.”I let out a shaky breath… and finally relax into him.His warmth. His steadiness.God… this m

Daisy’s POVTwo Days Prior“So why are you taking samples from me? Why are you taking blood samples and saliva samples from me?” I ask, my voice edged with irritation as I eye the nurse standing in front of me. She barely reacts, just lets out a tired sigh like she’s had this exact conversation a hundred times already. She explains that there’s a court order for DNA testing, not just for paternity but for other issues tied to my case. I roll my eyes and lean back, because I am already over it. “Whatever. Do what you gotta do. Fucking bitch.”They don’t waste any time after that. From the swabs, blood draws, pulling strands of hair, shit, every damn thing they can take, they do. I sit there, feeling less like a person and more like a piece of evidence being cataloged. Eventually, she finishes, neatly sealing everything into an envelope like this is just another routine task. She gives me a small, polite smile before standing to leave. I don’t return it. I just stare at her, unimpressed

Daisy’s POVAs I slowly walked around the hospital room, one hand pressed against my lower stomach, I sighed to myself because that pain was no joke. The baby had not held back at all. Every part of my body hurt. My back hurts. My stomach hurts. Even my breathing felt exhausting. But one thing I could say about the Blackwoods, and probably the Smiths too, if I was being honest, was that even though I was technically still an inmate, they made sure I got the best medical care possible while having this baby.I glanced over toward the portable crib beside the bed.And there she was being held.My daughter.My beautiful little girl.She looked just like Janine.The resemblance was honestly shocking.The same soft features.The same little nose.Even the shape of her mouth looked like hers.She was gorgeous.Perfect.And all I could do was cry.Why the fuck did I ruin my life like this?I swallowed hard as I looked toward the guard standing outside the room, watching everything quietly th

Daisy’s POVTwo Days After Bonding OutAs my lawyer finalized everything with the bondsman, I couldn’t help the small smile that spread across my face.People still underestimated me.That was their first mistake.I had over four and a half million dollars hidden away in accounts nobody knew about. Quiet money. Emergency money. Survival money.And today?That money bought my freedom.At least temporarily.After that pathetic excuse for a public defender was assigned my case, I knew immediately I needed someone better. Someone aggressive. Someone who knew how to maneuver.Ronald was exactly that.The man was a shark.The second he stepped in, everything changed.He already secured me a place to stay too. Nothing flashy. Nothing that screamed wealth. Just a low-key house in Encino tucked away from attention.Perfect.Because right now, the last thing I needed was cameras, attention, or people watching my every move.I needed strategy.I needed distance.And more than anything?I needed