All Chapters of The Billionaires Blind Reckoning: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lucas POVAs my mom settles onto the couch beside my grandmother and cracks open the old photo album, I let out a quiet sigh. I already know where this is headed.My mom smiles, pointing to one of the pictures.“See this one?” she says. “This is Lucas and Breanna. Remember? We were going to the lake cabin in Colorado.”Grandma leans in, her eyes softening instantly.“Oh my God,” she murmurs. “I remember this picture. This was one of the last ones you took before… everything happened.”My mom nods, smiling faintly, and they keep turning the pages.The longer I look at the little girl in the photos, the more my chest tightens. The resemblance is undeniable. The smirk. The tilt of her head. Even the way she stands.She looks does like Clover.“This was Hawaii,” my mom says, tapping another photo. “Remember?”“I kind of do,” I admit. “But kind of don’t. I was still really young. I’m four years older than Breanna.”My mom nods and reaches for her juice.We keep flipping through the album,

Lucas POVAs dinner starts wrapping up, Grandma leans back in her chair, satisfied.“Oh, this was great,” she says warmly. “Maria, compliments to the chef.”Maria beams, bowing slightly. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Turner.”“No problem,” Grandma replies. “I’m going to go relax and lay down in my bed. I’ll see you folks in the morning.”She pushes her chair back and stands.Emily rises with her, and Grandma turns to her with a soft smile. “Emily, it was a pleasure meeting you. I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a great night, and drive safe.”Emily steps forward and hugs her. “You too, ma’am. You too.”Grandma walks off down the hall, Pete quietly following behind her.My parents stand next. I pull them both into a hug.“Let’s prepare for tomorrow, okay?” I say quietly. “No misconceptions. We’re just going to take it in stride.”They exchange a look before my dad nods. “Okay, son. Thank you for being grounded. This could go either way, it’s a glass half empty situation tomorrow.”“Yeah,” I say.

Zade’s POVSunday morning comes, and I wake up in this lonely, big ass house that somehow gets more depressing every single day.The silence is loud.At least one thing is handled, I finally found someone who can start on Monday. Her name is Teresa. She seems solid. Sweet and normal. I told her straight up that we’ll probably be moving out of this house, but if things work out, she’ll just transition to the next one. The background check came back clean. References are still being verified, but so far, everything looks good.Bridget who is my everything, my assistant, my sanity, and she handled most of the interviews on Friday. She said Teresa stood out immediately.Saturday was a blur of damage control. I piled dirty clothes into an already overflowing hamper. Towels everywhere. Bathroom a disaster. Jeff being gone this long is really starting to show. I’m falling apart in places I didn’t even realize he held together.I made sure all that baby shit was already in my car yesterday. I

Clover’s POVStanding between Grandma Turner and Grandma Lola, I smile softly, even though my stomach is tight. Janine is staring daggers at me from across the patio, the ugliest, meanest looks she can muster, and I have to brace myself internally not to react. I won’t give her the satisfaction.When Mrs. Blackwood announces that dinner is ready, everyone begins making their way toward the table. As we walk, I already know Zade is still in shock. He keeps looking at me, lingering looks, double takes like his brain still hasn’t caught up to the fact that I can see. I can feel him wanting to come over, wanting to talk to me, but he can’t. He’s blocked. On everything.The only person openly engaging with him is Daisy.That tells me everything I need to know.I glance over at Lucas and Emily, and for the first time since arriving, I genuinely smile. They look good together. Balanced. She doesn’t take his shit, and he doesn’t try to give it. There’s something solid about them, something ea

Clover’s POV As I sit there, watching the chaos of emotions ripple through the Blackwoods from Lucas, to his mother, to his father, all the way to his grandmother, and I honestly don’t know what to say.Because one thing is painfully clear.They know something.Something I don’t.Something I haven’t fully realized yet.Every time I open my mouth, every time I reveal another piece of myself, their reactions shift. They grow more intrigued. More emotional. More intense. Like every word I speak is confirming something they’ve already suspected.By the time dessert is served and lunch begins to wrap up, my nerves are shot.First things first.I need to deal with Zade.Because right now, he is irritating the absolute hell out of me.He hasn’t taken his eyes off me all afternoon. The smirking. The soft smiles. The way his gaze lingers like he still has a right to look at me that way. And then there’s his mother, that bitter bitch, keeps throwing me looks filled with thinly veiled judgment