The Billionaires Blind Reckoning のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Clover’s POV Right now, I’m in shock.Like, real shock. The kind that makes you nod and agree to things before your brain even catches up. Because when they said they wanted to do a DNA test now, I didn’t hesitate. I just… said yes.These people are so wealthy, so powerful, that they can call someone in at the drop of a dime to do a literal blood draw in a hidden room like it’s no bigger deal than ordering takeout. And somehow, I’m sitting here in the middle of it, heart pounding, mind spinning, wondering how my life flipped upside down in under an hour.I look around the office, the walls heavy with books and history, and then I look at Grandma Lola.“What is happening?” I whisper.She smiles softly at me, eyes warm, steady. “I think you found your family.”I shake my head immediately. “But you’re my family.”She pulls me into a tight hug, the kind that grounds you. “And I always will be. But I think you found your biological family.”When she releases me, I turn back toward the Bla

Clover’s POVWe stand there for a few more seconds, wiping our faces, pulling ourselves together, exchanging more hugs. I end up laughing softly because Lauren, the woman I now believe with my whole chest is my mother, refuses to let me go. Her arms are tight around me, like if she loosens them, I might disappear.“Okay,” I whisper to myself, voice shaking. We gotta go out there. We gotta act normal.Tears still slip down my face anyway.She finally exhales and pulls back, cupping my cheeks before pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Alright,” she says gently. “Everyone fix yourselves.”I nod, breathing deep.My eyes drift to Grandma Turner, who is… clearly feeling good. She’s swaying just a little, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy from all the Arnold Palmers she’s been downing, and I’m pretty sure I saw at least two Aperol spritzes disappear earlier too. She stands up and immediately hiccups, grabbing onto Grandma Lola for balance.I chuckle despite myself.Mr. Blackwood lets out a quiet sigh

Third-person POV Clover walks away with Mrs. Blackwood, their steps unhurried, their conversation low and careful. They speak quietly about what comes next, about the blood test, the timelines, and what happens once the truth is undeniable.Out of the corner of her eye, Clover feels it before she fully sees it.Daisy.Her stare is fixed on them, unblinking. There’s something dark behind her eyes, something sharp and calculating, something that makes Clover’s skin prickle. The evil practically pulses off her in waves.Clover keeps walking.“You know,” Clover says softly, her voice steady despite the unease creeping up her spine, “if you really are my mom, I want you to be careful with Daisy.”Mrs. Blackwood scoffs lightly. “I don’t have to be careful with my own daughter.”Clover gives her a small, knowing smile. “Yeah… I think you do. And you should tell Lucas to be careful too. There’s something off about the way she looks at him. It’s not normal. It feels like she wants him to be m

Zade’s POVAs I’m pushed out of my wife’s office, I let out a long, frustrated sigh.Bridget is sitting at her desk, fingers hovering over the keyboard, watching the whole thing go down with a knowing smirk on her face. I shake my head as I pass her.“Sir,” she says lightly, “is there anything I can get for you?”“No, Bridget,” I reply, already walking away. “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”She watches me go, then shakes her head and goes back to typing.The second I step into my office, I shut the door harder than necessary, stomp over to my desk, and drop into my chair. I lean back and stare up at the ceiling, running my hands over my face.I can’t get the image out of my head of Clover smiling down at her phone, rubbing her thumb across the screen like whatever she was reading mattered. Like it meant something.Who the fuck was she talking to?Another man?Is she already dating someone?I mean, she made that little comment, what kind of woman cheats while she’s still married bl

Clover’s POVFriday finally rolls around, and today is the big investors’ meeting. I missed the meeting last week and I am definitely not going to miss this one.Because I’m going out to dinner after work, I decide to dress strategically, in something that transitions easily from business to evening. I settle on a three piece pantsuit that is structured and professional, but with a removable layer that turns it into a sleek sleeveless set. I take a deep breath and decide to wear my hair straight again. It complements the outfit, and honestly, I look really nice.The suit has this subtle plaid pattern, tailored, sharp, and confident.I grab my bag and head out. The meeting starts at 9:30 a.m., which is early, but Bridget already warned me these things can drag on for four or five hours. That’s not happening today. I have everything ready, last year’s books, quarter by quarter, all the discrepancies highlighted. How none of these people caught this before me is beyond comprehension. Af