Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaires Blind Reckoning: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Third Person POVFlashback — The Story of Brittany and Bradley LarkenAs everyone already knew, Brittany and Bradley had always been the kind of young love that felt bigger than where it came from. They met in the outskirts of Las Vegas, Nevada, tucked away in a trailer park filled with families who all carried the same struggles, the same limitations, and the same quiet hope of getting out one day. But Brittany… Brittany wanted more than hope. She wanted out of Vegas, for real. So when she left, thinking she had found something better, someone better, she truly believed she was stepping into a different life. What she didn’t realize was that she was walking straight into a lesson she wasn’t ready for.That night on the Vegas Strip felt like freedom to her. The lights, the noise, the constant movement of people winning, losing, celebrating, falling apart, it all blurred together in a way that made her feel older than she actually was. She and Stacy weren’t old enough to really be part

Third Person POVFlashback — Prom NightBy the time the rest of the week passed, prom had finally arrived, and the energy around school had completely shifted. Everyone was either excited, stressed, or already living in the moment, trying to make it something memorable before graduation officially closed that chapter. Brittany, who had never even planned on going, found herself making a last-minute decision that she wasn’t about to be left out, not when everybody else was dressing up, showing out, and stepping into something that felt bigger than where they came from.So she went out to the local outlet mall, grabbed a dress, nothing too thought-out, just something that looked good enough, and decided she wasn’t getting ready at the trailer. Not tonight. Instead, she went over to her brother’s place, where he and Sheena had settled into a nice apartment, something that already felt like a step up from everything they grew up in. It made sense anyway, especially since her “date” wasn’t

Third Person POV Flashback ContinuedSeven weeks later, the desert heat pressed down like it had something to prove.The kind of heat that didn’t just sit on your skin, it seeped into your bones.And Brittany was right in the middle of it.Working.Moving.Smiling.Surviving.She had landed a job as a pool girl at the Palms Beach Resort, and on the surface… it looked like everything was finally coming together. The money was good, hell it was better than anything she’d ever made before. The outfits were barely there, designed to turn heads, and they did. Men watched her. Tipped her. Tried to talk to her.She learned quickly how to smile just enough.Laugh just enough.Give just enough.And walk away with their money.It was working.She was stacking her tips, saving enough and was able to get out of her parents’ trailer and into a small apartment not too far from her brother and Sheena. For once, it felt like she was actually moving forward.Like she was building something.Even if i

Third Person POV Flashback Continued As the weeks passed, Brittany slowly adjusted to her new reality. On the surface, things seemed… fine. She had settled into a routine, learning the rhythms of the household and performing her duties without complaint. To maintain appearances, she told Cynthia she was taking a few classes on campus, which gave her an excuse to leave the house and have time to herself. In truth, those moments became her only sense of freedom, time where she could breathe, explore the city, and feel like she still had some control over her life.During those outings, she reconnected with Bradley. They met up a few times, laughing like old times, and for a while, being around him felt easy, familiar. It reminded her of who she used to be before everything became so complicated. But every time she returned to the house, she slipped right back into her role.Surprisingly, she and Cynthia began to grow close. The more Brittany got to know her, the more confused she beca

Third Person POV Flashback Continued Brittany tried, she really did, but in the end, she couldn’t change anyone’s mind.By the time the baby came, she had already been worn down by everything surrounding her. Cynthia had made it very clear that she meant every word she said, and Brittany knew she wasn’t bluffing. Beneath Cynthia’s kindness was something far more calculated. She was a woman raised in power, in control, in legacy. An only child who had been taught from birth that everything she touched belonged to her and that she was the foundation of her family’s future.And now… she was building that future from scratch.With both of her parents and grandparents gone, Cynthia stood alone at the top of her lineage. Her daughters were her heirs, her legacy, and now, with Brittany’s unborn child, she saw an opportunity to expand that legacy exactly how she wanted. A son. A rightful extension of her empire.John, for all his arrogance, knew his place. Without Cynthia, he had nothing. N