Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaires Blind Reckoning: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Daisy's POV I leave the fucking jail house, exhausted, pissed off, and heavily pregnant with a baby I never wanted, but had no choice but to keep. The doctor made that clear. If I didn’t carry this one, chances were I’d never have kids at all. And maybe, just maybe, someday I’d want one.Not now though, not like this.But whatever. I’ve made worse decisions.What really has me boiling is these useless people I keep paying thousands of dollars to. Everybody wants money. Everybody wants power. And when it’s time to actually do something? They can’t get shit right.What the fuck.I sigh as I drive back to my fortress. And yes, that’s exactly what it is. A beautiful ass estate where I live in pure luxury. Staff waiting on me hand and foot. My own bedroom suite that’s basically a private apartment inside the house. If I want food flown in from Italy, fresh, they’ll make it happen.I’m living the life.And the irony? I’m a fucking orphan. Tossed into the system by drug addict parents who d

Clover's PovAfter we finish touring the house, I catch myself smiling when I say my parents.I’m still not used to that. Even with Grandma, I’ve always just said Grandma.The Brentwood house is beautiful, though. And it’s right around the block from Lucas, far from Zade’s ugly Beverly Hills monstrosity that he’s finally selling. I never liked that place, and I never had any input when he bought it, so good riddance.This house, though… I think I’m going to take it.We walk out to the hired car, the driver opening the door for us. I exhale.“Lauren,” I say, “I think I’m going to take it.”She claps, smiling as I slide into the third row. Mr. Blackwood gets in next, Mrs. Blackwood after him, and the driver shuts the door.My father turns toward me. “Thinking about redecorating? Or keeping the staged furniture?”I laugh softly. “Oh, I’m redecorating. Completely. I’m not digging the faux cardboard bed or those ugly gray couches.”They both chuckle.As we pull off, I glance out the back w

Clover’s POVDaisy is having a full blown toddler meltdown in a designer maternity dress, and I just… blink.I slowly turn my head toward Grandma Turner. She’s sipping her drink like she’s watching a daytime soap, shoulders shaking with a quiet giggle. I close my eyes and exhale through my nose.Lord, give me strength.Daisy storms out, heels pounding, and I look at my mother.“Lauren… does she do this often?”Lauren sighs like this question has lived in her chest for years. “Actually? Yes. She’s been doing this for a long time.”Grandma Turner snorts. “Since I met that child, she's always had full on tantrums. Now she's a grown-ass woman and is still having them. She has no post highschool education, no job, no direction. Now she’s pregnant and expects us to raise it.” She takes another sip. “Well, expects your husband to, but if I were you I would definitely question it.”My eyebrows lift. “Why do you say that? I mean… I’m questioning it too, but why are you?”She leans back, studyi

Clover’s POVI woke up on this nice Tuesday morning in my family’s home, and the first thing I noticed when I sat up was an outfit laid out for me at the foot of the bed.A whole look.A cream colored pantsuit, burgundy long-sleeve button-up, tailored like it was made for my body. I stared at it for a second, I was low-key impressed. I’m pregnant, yeah, but I’m not really showing yet, it was just a little food baby, so whoever picked this knew exactly what they were doing.I grabbed my clothes and padded into the bathroom. This guest room having its own suite, this was luxury. I took a long shower and immediately fell in love with the products. Creamy vanilla and lavender shampoo, matching conditioner, the soap, hell everything smelled expensive. Real luxury, not the fake hotel kind.After my shower I did my full routine from my teeth, to skincare, .and there was makeup laid out for me too.I paused in the mirror.They really thought of everything.Once I got dressed, I stepped out tr

Daisy’s POV, I wake up and immediately see that red-headed stepchild they think is God’s gift, Clover, walking around my house like she owns it.I stay in the shadows while she talks to the maids. I don’t want her to see me. I don’t want to fake smile. I don’t want to speak. I don’t want to acknowledge her existence.She’s in there laughing with them, eating breakfast like it’s second nature, like she belongs here.How dare she make friends with the help. They’re the help. That’s it.I wait until she leaves. Of course they have a car service for her too. Ridiculous. She’s infiltrating my house and I don’t like it. Not one bit.This is my home.She should’ve stayed where she was, with that intake woman, Lola, because that’s her level.Once she’s gone, I go back to my room, finish my routine, throw on my long silk robe, and walk into the kitchen.They look at me and sigh. I don’t know their names. I don’t need to know their names. In my head it’s maid, maid one, maid two.“Maid. Where