บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaires Blind Reckoning: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Clover’s POVI stayed in my office pretty much the entire day, and it wasn’t because I didn’t want people to see me walking around with my stick or anything like that. I had to be honest with myself.I was avoiding Zade at all costs.I know him like a book. The second that I would've stepped out of that office, he would be all over me like a cheap ass suit. With:How are you?Are you okay?Is the baby okay?Do you need anything?Do you want me to help you?And right now, I wasn’t in the mood.On top of that, he’d probably try to pull the same shit he did last Friday.And I would fold like a fucking deck of cards.Because that’s all I could think about.That couch.My underwear ripping.The way he touched me.It was just… wow.And then my mind kept spiraling wondering what would he do next to my body? What else would he make me feel?That was dangerous territory.I already knew he’d try to convince me to go out to lunch with him too.Nope, that's why I brought my lunch from home.I wa

CloverThursday morning.I wake up and start getting ready for my last and final treatment, and I whisper a quiet prayer.God, thank you. This is it. This will be final.I smile to myself.Eric said he couldn’t change the date or the time for the simple fact that it’s solidified. Plus, I’m not the only one in this trial. There are several other people and some of them are on their fifth treatment. I’m on my last.I put on a really nice, high-fashion fitted black jogger suit with my Adidas gym shoes and pull my hair up into a sleek ponytail. I grab my black glasses and my walking stick. I’ve already called an Uber, and it should be here in less than five minutes.I smile to myself as I sling my body bag purse over my shoulder and let out a small sigh. I grab a cookie, start munching on it, and check the time. Sure enough, the Uber notification pops up, stating the driver is pulling up in less than two minutes.I walk out of my condo with my glasses on and my walking stick in hand. Ther

Clover's POV When I wake up and open my eyes, my vision is even better than yesterday. I let out a slow breath and mutter, “Whoa… my eyesight is better than... shit before the accident.”I chuckle to myself as I roll out of bed, then immediately start jumping up and down.“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”I head straight for the bathroom, hop into the shower, and take my time. I let the water run over me, grounding me, calming me, reminding me that this... this is real.When I’m done, I dry off, blow-dry my hair, curl it, and actually take time with my makeup. I smile at my reflection. God, I hate hiding my face behind those glasses, but just a little longer.I pad into my closet, grab underwear and lotion, and sit on the bed. I lotion up, slip into my underwear, and start deciding what to wear.It’s a beautiful day, a whole ninety-nine degrees, supposedly, so I choose a fitted dress that hits just above my knee and pair it with an oversized suit jacket. Professional, but dangerous.I slide t

Clover’s POV As soon as I get back to my desk, I laugh, placing my walking stick and my iPad down carefully. The first thing that pops into my head is what Braylee said.Terrorize Zade.That’s it. That’s the reason I said yes to lunch.I’m not avoiding him anymore. Fuck that. He cheated on me. I didn’t cheat on him.So I’m going to show him exactly what he can’t have anymore.I shrug off my blazer and drape it over the back of my chair, knowing damn well what I’m doing. When I walk into that office later, I want him to see me in my full glory. This clingy white dress hugs everything... my hips, my breasts, my ass, my legs.Every curve, with no apologies.I sit back down and dive into last year’s numbers, and the deeper I go, the more irritated I get.Discrepancies everywhere. Missing entries. Sloppy reporting.What the hell has this team been doing? Because it sure as shit doesn’t look like work.I’m in the middle of logging another inconsistency when my phone speaker buzzes.Bridge

Lucas POVI wake up the next morning with Daisy’s words still lodged in my head like shrapnel.They replay on a loop.It’s not really Zade’s baby… it’s yours. You didn’t wear a condom… he did. It could be either of you.My chest tightens as I stare at the ceiling.All I can hear now is my grandmother’s voice, steady, sharp, always certain.She’s a manipulator. She provokes. She knows exactly what she’s doing.God, I’m glad she’s coming today.I drag myself out of bed and head straight for the shower, letting the hot water beat down on me as I try to make sense of the insanity Daisy dumped in my lap.None of it adds up.None of it feels real.I keep replaying it, every version contradicting the last. She knows. She doesn’t know. It’s mine. It’s Zade’s. I didn’t use protection. He did.It’s insane.And I’m furious.When I shut the water off, I catch my reflection in the fogged mirror. I brush my teeth, wash my face, and just stare at myself.“Am I not that type of guy?” I mutter.The ty