Semua Bab The Billionaires Blind Reckoning: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Clover’s POVAs Friday rolls around, I let out a slow sigh. I’m supposed to be at the company by 10 a.m., and hopefully I can get there without any problems. Grandma Lola said she’d be here at 9, and we’re meant to arrive by ten sharp. I keep repeating that to myself that everything will be fine as I get ready.I take a shower and try to calm my nerves, but it’s hard. Today is a lot.One, I’m being announced in front of the entire company.Two, I still have to pretend that I’m completely blind, and three, I’m telling Zade that I’m pregnant.That alone feels like too much for one day.Once I’m done showering, I step out and start getting ready. I do my makeup as best as I can, carefully covering the scar under my eye. It’s not as bad as it used to be, but it’s still there, more like a straight line now. I take my time with it.I pull my hair into a high ponytail, because Braylee always says ponytails are my thing. I make sure it’s curly and just right. I finish my makeup with a matte r

Clover’s POVAs the announcement meeting comes to an end, Grandma guides me toward the other conference room. Along the way, investors stop to shake my hand, congratulating me and asking how I came up with the idea. I explain that it started as a class project and something my professor and Zade both believed could work in the real world.We’re still talking when Lucas Blackwood steps over with his mother, Mrs. Lauren Blackwood.I continue pretending to be blind.Grandma smiles warmly. “Mr. Blackwood, Mrs. Blackwood. It’s nice to see you both here.”Lucas reaches for my hand and kisses it gently. I smile.“You look really good,” he says softly. “Healthy.”“Thank you,” I reply, staring straight ahead.Before I can say anything else, I’m suddenly engulfed in Mrs. Blackwood’s arms.I freeze.I don’t know why, but her hug feels… good, soothing, and familiar. Like home. Her arms tighten around me, and for a moment, I don’t want her to let go.Then I hear someone clear their throat.Mrs. Bl

Explicit Scenes Ahead Clover’s POV​Zade’s belt buckled and his zipper hissed open, the sound lost against the frantic pace of our mouths. I gripped his face, pulling him into a kiss that tasted like desperation. I tried to find it, the anger, the list of reasons why I wanted this divorce, the memory of every fight we’d ever had. I tried to focus on why I was supposed to be done with him.​But I couldn’t think. Not when the blunt, throbbing heat of him was pressing against my core. When he finally pushed inside, a slow, deep slide that filled the ache I’d been carrying for the last few months, we both groaned into each other’s mouths.​The reasons didn't matter anymore. Only this did.​He started to move, giving me those long, agonizingly deep strokes he knew I loved. He gripped my hips so tight his fingers left marks, and I didn't care. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him.​"Fuck, love... this is amazing," he rasped, his pace tur

Clover’s POVBy the time Grandma pulls up to my condo, I’m already regretting the words that flew out of my mouth.I still can’t believe I said that.Out loud.In front of her.I’ve never cursed in front of Grandma well not like that. I respect her too much. But everything that just went down with Zade, the shock of it all, the way I felt so caught off guard… I don’t know. Something in me snapped. Something possessive and raw bubbled up, and before I could stop myself, I blurted it out.Yes. I didn’t just sleep with my husband.I fucked him.I didn’t mean for Marty to choke like that, but he did, damn near aspirated his own spit. Grandma was furious. Even after I apologized, five times.“Clover, you should not talk like that,” Marty scolds from the front seat.“I didn’t mean to,” I say quickly. “I’m sorry. I really am. It’s just… the hormones, and everything with Zade and Daisy, and us actually being intimate again after months, and it just sparked something in me. And with me being a

Lucas’s POVAs we pull away from the Sentinel Dynamics building, the silence in the car feels heavier than the meeting itself. I glance over at my mother. Her hands are clenched in her lap, her eyes glassy. If we weren’t already moving, I swear she would’ve broken down right there in the parking lot.“So…” I say carefully. “What do you think, Mom?”She exhales, shaky, and stares straight ahead. “I think… that’s my daughter.”I turn toward her so fast my neck damn near snaps. “What?”She nods, tears spilling now. “Lucas, I think that’s your sister.”“No,” I say immediately, shaking my head. “No. That doesn’t make sense.”“Yes,” she insists softly. “It does.”“How can you even tell?” I ask.She swallows, then says, “The reason I hugged her for so long… was because Breanna your sister had a birthmark.”I tense. “Okay…”“It was right under her left ear,” she continues. “Behind it, actually. Dark. Pigmented. Almost like a mole, but bigger, and shaped like an ink splatter. The doctors test