Semua Bab The Billionaires Blind Reckoning: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Zade’s POVI lean back in my chair and stare at the ceiling of my office, the city humming faintly through the glass walls. Sentinel Dynamics is alive around me, keyboards clicking, elevators chiming, money being made, but none of it touches me. Not really.Because all I can think about is my Clover, and how in thee entire hell did we get here.How I ended up trapped in a so called love triangle that was never a triangle to begin with. I don't ever remember kissing Daisy. I never slept with her. Hell, half the time I don’t even remember conversations with her the way she claims they happened. And that’s the part that messes with my head the most, because it feels like trying to fix a broken wheel by replaying the crash. It’s useless. The memory just… isn’t there.And I’m tired of chasing ghosts.Before I started sniveling in my chair reminiscing thinking how fast the weekend came and went without a word from Clover. No call updates. No text requests. No email messages from her lawyer,

Explicit Scenes Ahead ​ Zade’s POV​I stood there like a complete fucking idiot.​My brain didn't just stall; it was officially fried. She was a vision of other worldly beauty laid out on the bed in red silk clashing against her pale skin like a wound. Her chin was tilted, that familiar spark of defiance warring with the tremor in her hands. But it was the trust in her eyes that leveled me. It wasn't just desire. It was a surrender.​“Zade?” Her voice was a soft tether, pulling me back from the thoughts in my own head.​I let out a ragged exhale, scrubbing a hand over my face to ground myself. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m here. You just… you short-circuited me, Clover.”​A real smile broke through her nerves, melting the tension in her shoulders. “Good,” she whispered, her voice dropping an octave. “Because I’m terrified.”​That word was like a bucket of ice water. The predator in my chest went quiet, replaced by a fierce, protective ache. I sat on the edge of the mattress, refusing to hover ove

Zade's POV Flashback continues As the day moves on and all the brothers in the frat house start preparing for the party, I decide to go ahead and get dressed early so that when Clover arrives with Braylee, I’ll be ready to welcome her properly.I pull on my toga and make sure I’ve got on the specialized gold shorts underneath. I laugh to myself, just in case somebody wants to play games. I’ve seen it before at these Trojan parties with people ripping off togas as a joke. Not happening to me.I finish getting dressed, place my leaf crown on my head, and slide into my Jesus sandals aka Birkenstocks. Everyone around me pretty much looks the same, dressed the same, the whole frat house in uniform.I glance over at my roommate, Scott.“So,” I ask, “you got your date or whatever for this shindig?”He shrugs. “The girl from yesterday? Nah. Didn’t work out. I’ll find a new one tonight though.”I chuckle. “Yeah, whatever, Scott.”There’s a knock at my door. When I open it, Brandon’s standing

Lucas’s POVDinner continues, silverware clinking softly against porcelain, the low hum of conversation filling the dining room. My father, Morgan Blackwood, clears his throat, drawing everyone’s attention.“So, Emily,” he says evenly, folding his hands on the table, “we’ve been seeing a lot of you lately.”Emily finishes chewing her steak, unhurried. She dabs her mouth with her napkin, composed, then looks up at him.“Yes, sir,” she says calmly. “Lucas and I have been spending a lot of time together.” She glances at me, smiling. I return it without hesitation.“Yes, Dad,” I add. “Emily and I have gotten very close. I’m really, really, into dating her.”My father scoffs, leaning back in his chair. “I think it’s inappropriate. You’re her superior. She works for you. That kind of relationship can reflect poorly on the company. On our name. And what happens if it doesn’t work out?”I exhale slowly, already bracing myself. “Dad, we’re adults. This didn’t just happen overnight. We’ve been

Clover’s POVI wake up with a long sigh, already feeling the weight of Friday pressing down on my chest. The pressing announcement, the company’s reaction, and me in the spotlight.What the hell am I even going to wear to this thing?And more importantly… who’s going with me?Grandma, of course. That part is non-negotiable. But who else? Kennedy? Braylee? Marty?Marty might actually be a good idea since he is a lawyer, after all. I don’t know why, but something in my gut tells me I’m going to need one nearby.I swing my legs over the side of the bed when my phone vibrates.Dr. Eric Scott.Hey Clover, just a reminder that you have your appointment with me next week. This will be the last and final treatment before we move into trials and seek approval. If you have any questions, please let me know. After that, you will officially be in the limelight.I laugh softly to myself.Eric and I joked about this after my second treatment. He said if everything continued going as well as it had