All Chapters of In The Arms Of The Blind Don: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter Fifty-oneRainThe elevator ride felt longer than usual, the kind of slow that made my nerves twitch. I tapped my fingers against my thigh, impatient, anxious, uneasy,,wondering if I was really going to find something—or if this whole idea was a waste of time. But if I didn’t at least try, the doubt would eat me alive.The moment I stepped out onto the ground floor, I realized I had no idea where the control room was. I wandered past the familiar halls, some security doors, even asked a janitor, but none of them could give me a straight answer, they were all too busy to give me an exact answer. I finally found a guard standing near the back hallway and asked him directly. After a short exchange and a bit of waiting, I was pointed in the right direction.The control room wasn’t what I expected—it was small, cramped, lit by the pale glow of several monitors. Two guards sat behind a desk, watching the screens with dull expressions like this was just another long, uneventful day.

Chapter Fifty-threeRainIt had been days since Enzo asked me that strange question, and I still couldn’t figure out why he asked it—or what he planned to do with my answer. Since that day, he hadn’t said a word about it. In fact, he barely spoke at all. Enzo had mostly stayed locked away in his inner room, only emerging to give me brief instructions about work tasks at the company.And I knew—God, I knew—he was planning something. But no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t guess what that might be.He hadn’t even addressed the issue with his brother. No confrontation, no angry words, nothing. Part of me wanted to be relieved that things hadn’t spiraled out of control after I told him what I’d seen. But another part of me was hurt—furious even—that he hadn’t confronted Eduardo after accusing me of inviting Andrew. That day, his fury had burned me, yet now he held his tongue about his brother’s betrayal.It was all so confusing. I didn’t know what to expect or how to act around him any

Chapter Fifty-fiveRainI still couldn’t believe my eyes. It was unbelievable—surreal in the kind of way that made my chest ache and my throat tighten. This wasn’t just unexpected… it was everything I couldn’t even put into words.When Enzo asked me that question days ago, I didn’t think it could be for this reason. I knew he was planning something, but I couldn’t tell what it was, and today, I thought he was just going to relieve me of my duties. Never—not once—did I imagine he was asking because he planned something like this.He gave me the greatest gift I could have ever asked for.Not just a gift, but a dream—one I had buried quietly under the weight of reality, under the pressure of this marriage, under the ache of trying to figure out who I was in a world that kept asking me to shrink.He gave me something I had longed for since I was a little girl playing dress-up in front of the mirror. A wish I never forget to tell Santa every Christmas. Something I had daydreamed about late

Chapter Fifty-sevenEnzoRain was happy. I could feel it in every inch of the room—like her joy had seeped into the walls, softening them, warming them. That laughter of hers, light and pure, filled the air with something this house hadn’t known in years: genuine peace.And the best part of it? It was me. I was the one who put that smile on her face—not some other bastard, not some selfish, undeserving man. Me. I was the one who made her light up like that, made her proud of herself again.God, that feeling—knowing I did that—settled into my chest like pride and purpose had just found a home.When she laughed like that, the whole room shifted. It was no longer about the eyes watching us from across the table, or the forced gestures and presence from people who never believed in her. For that brief moment, it was just her. Alive, vibrant and powerful.I had invited her family for one reason—and one reason only: so they could witness what they lost. What they threw away.What they dismi

Chapter Fifty-nineEnzoLove.She said love.She said she loved me, and all I could do was lie there, frozen—like I’d just been struck by the heaviest rock in the world. Like some invisible burden had dropped squarely on my chest, making it hard to move, to even breathe.Love.The word echoed in my head like a haunting melody—familiar, distant, almost foreign now.When was the last time I heard that word? When was the last time someone said it to me and meant it? When was the last time it pierced through my chest like this, tearing at something I thought I buried a long time ago?I don’t do love. Love was never part of my story—it never survived in my world. I had thrown it out, abandoned it, washed it down the drain years ago and watched it disappear.Because love was dangerous. It made you vulnerable in the worst possible way. It tore you open from the inside and left you exposed, raw, bleeding without anyone even noticing. Love wasn’t tender—it was cruel. It turned you into somethi