All Chapters of The Billionaires Blind Reckoning: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Is She a Blackwood

Third-person POV As all of the Blackwoods sat in silence, the weight of what was unfolding settled thickly in the room. Grandma Lola clutched Clover’s hand tightly, her knuckles pale, as if letting go might somehow shatter the fragile moment they were standing in.Mrs. Lauren Blackwood finally took a slow, steady breath. She pressed her lips together, gathering herself, then looked directly at Clover.“Please,” she said gently, her voice trembling despite her effort to stay composed. “Look at this book. And then… tell us what you think.”The photo album was slid across the desk.Clover took it hesitantly, her fingers barely gripping the edges, as though the thing might burn her if she touched it too firmly. Grandma Lola shifted closer beside her, their shoulders brushing.Slowly, Clover opened the album.The moment her eyes landed on the first page, her breath caught violently in her throat. Her hand flew to her mouth as shock rippled through her entire body.There, staring back at h

DNA Seclusion

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

Walking in Circles

Zade’s POV I keep walking and circling the Blackwood estate like a caged animal. I'm angry, restless, and losing my damn mind because my wife wants nothing to do with me.I mean absolutely nothing. She won’t have a civil conversation, she won't compromise, and I feel like there's no chance left for me, and I still can’t wrap my head around why.My mother and my brother eventually trail after me, their footsteps crunching against the gravel path. They sigh in that familiar, irritating way, like I’m the problem.“Zade,” my mother says, exasperated. “What is going on with you? Why do you want this orphan back so badly?”I stop so abruptly they nearly run into me.I turn on them, disbelief burning through my chest. “She’s not an orphan. How many times do I have to explain that to you? She is not an orphan. I don’t understand your obsession with tearing her down. She has done nothing to either of you. Nothing. Zero.”My mother’s face crumples, and then she starts crying, and that pisses m

More Daisy Weirdness

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

Family Time

Zade's POVI’m still sitting at the table with my father when Lucas walks over, hands in his pockets, looking way too amused.“So,” he says, “y’all wanna do a game of squash, pickleball, or some of that other shit rich people do?”I scoff immediately. “No. No. And hell no. I’m not playing no damn pickleball, that made up ass game.”Lucas chuckles. “It’s gotten pretty popular, you know.”I laugh. “Yeah, I heard it on one of those shows Clover used to listen to all the time. One of those reality shows.”Lucas snaps his fingers. “VPR?”“Yeah,” I say. “With Lisa.”“A bunch of nobody misfit servers who get rich and cheat on each other nonstop.”We all laugh.“Shit,” Lucas says. “That’s reality for you.”I shake my head. “Yeah… I guess.”“So no pickleball, no squash, no golf?” Lucas asks.I look at my father. He shrugs. “I can do golf.”I nod. “Yeah, I can do some golf.”Lucas waves one of the staff over and tells them to bring a golf cart. It pulls up already stocked with clubs, and we hop

And The Plot Thickens

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

Back To Work

Clover’s POVBy the time Tuesday morning rolls around, my workday is already starting to peak in my mind.As I start to roll out of bed, I pause, staring up at the ceiling, and think to myself, Should I start going into the office more? Almost immediately, I shake my head.No.This is only my second week. I’m not trying to show out or overdo it. I’m easing into this.I giggle softly to myself as I walk into the bathroom, and the feeling hits me again, that quiet, overwhelming excitement. Now that my blindness is gone, and people actually know about it, I don’t have to pretend anymore. I don’t have to perform. I’m just… free.I hop into the shower and wash my hair thoroughly, really getting in there. Once that’s done, I load it up with a deep conditioner and let it sit while I wash the rest of my body. Afterward, I rinse everything out and step from the shower, wrapping myself in a towel.My routine kicks in automatically.Facial routine.Skincare routine.Moisturize everything.Then c

Maybe We can Date

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

Calm Exchange

Clover’s POVAs the week goes on, it’s honestly just… a regular week.Nothing explodes. Nothing implodes. No scandals. No major drama. Just work, routine, and a whole lot of noise.Word spreads fast through the office that I’m no longer blind. Faster than I expected, actually. My inbox is flooded with emails stating, congratulations, well wishes, people telling me how happy they are for me. Flowers start showing up. Big, expensive arrangements of orchids, peonies, and roses. Some anonymous. Some very much not.A few investors even stop by in person, suddenly eager to “put a face to the name.” A couple of them linger a little too long. A few try to slide into date territory, which I shut down very quickly.Firmly.I don’t have time for that shit.Work wise, though? I’m killing it.By Thursday afternoon, I’ve wrapped up all the analytics from the previous year. And honestly? The accounting department is a fucking mess.Discrepancies everywhere. Numbers that don’t line up. Receipts that

Meetings and Flirting

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

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