Semua Bab My Father-In-Law's Craziest Obsession: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Winston's POVThe fireplace crackled right beside me, but I'd be a liar if I said I felt any sort of warmth.I could barely sleep or work. Or practically do anything that didn't involve me finding her. Sansa Vale. My Sansa. Each day was torture without her by my side. My phone was pressed to my ear, the line a little shaky before Amelia’s voice came through, clear and sharp as ever.“So her name is Imelda Vale?” I asked, fingers drumming against the armrest of my leather chair.“Yes,” Amelia confirmed on the other end. “Imelda Vale. Sansa’s only living relative on the Vale side. And from what I’ve uncovered, she's not her aunt but her older cousin.” I nodded. "What's the deal with her?”"Well, from the will and inheritance and all of that. From what I've gathered, if anything ever happened to Sansa, everything she owns, money, shares, real estate, the entire empire, would go directly to Imelda.”I straightened, eyes narrowing. “So she has a motive. She has a reason to want Sansa d

Sansa's POV The air felt colder as I stared at the figure standing at the entrance of the old dilapidated house. My heart skipped a beat and the familiar chill crawled up my spine. Uncle Theodore. He was the last person I wanted to see right now. The last person I ever expected to find in this hellhole of a situation.“Mr. Theodore?” I managed to rasp, trying to mask the unease clawing at my throat. “What are you doing here?”Theodore stood with a smug look, his eyes scanning me like I was nothing more than a pawn to be moved around. His expensive suit clung to his frame as if he owned everything in this damned place. If anything, his arrogance had only gotten worse since the last time we met. "You really have some nerve, Sansa," he said, his voice filled with so much venom. "I thought you'd have learned your lesson by now. But it seems I underestimated you. You always were the clever one, clever enough to scam everyone into giving you what you don’t deserve."My pulse quickened

Winston's POV The manager's smug expression hadn't faded. I stood stiffly in the middle of the pristine room while Amelia paced beside me, her face twisted with irritation."I'm telling you again, there is no way Winston made this reservation," Amelia said, her voice sharp.The manager smoothed down his tie politely. "I understand your concern, Ms. Amelia, but this is the Majesty InterContinental Hotel. We have protocols. If our records say Mr. Wolfe booked the suite, then that's what happened."I turned slowly to face him. "So, what? You think I made a reservation to kidnap my own daughter-in-law?"The manager blinked. "Of course not, sir. But unless you can provide evidence that your account was compromised, we have to go by our logs.""Unbelievable," Amelia muttered."With all due respect," the manager continued, straightening, "this matter may no longer be within the hotel’s responsibility. Especially since it seems you came here acting like this is our fault."I stepped forward.

Winston's POVI watched as the bullet pierced through her, just as the sound of gun shot filled the air. “Nooooooo!" I screamed and jumped. Her body fell like a crumpled sheet, slow and heavy, but I was faster.I dove forward and caught her before she hit the ground, her body slumping into my arms. She was deadweight and lifeless. The air left my lungs in a harsh breath as I held Sansa. There was blood. So much blood. It was warm, thick, and fresh, trickling across my palms and soaking into my shirt like a fucking sprinkler. She'd been hit. She'd taken the bullet for me. What the fuck?! I came here to save her life and she was dying in an attempt to protect me? “Sansa!" I screamed painfully. Her eyes were wide open, staring blankly ahead. She was still. She didn't say a word. "No, no, no. Sansa. Please, stay with me," I choked, gathering her closer. Her head lulled to my shoulder. "Come on. Stay with me."Killian's gun hit the ground with a hollow clatter. He didn’t even mo

Winston's POV I hoped for all that it was worth, that I didn't hear the doctor correctly. She was three months pregnant?! Sansa was three months pregnant?! Those were the words that knocked the air out of my lungs like a punch to the chest. I couldn’t breathe. My eyes locked on the doctor as he delivered the news, his tone clinical, almost detached, as though he hadn’t just changed the course of my entire existence with a single sentence.Sansa was pregnant and she’d just been shot right through the stomach.“Are you sure?" I couldn't help but ask. The doctor smiled and nodded. My gaze darted to her. She stood frozen, her eyes wide with something that wasn’t quite fear but wasn’t relief either. It was a look of shock. She looked like she was standing at the edge of a cliff, ready to jump off. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Her hands trembled by her sides.I wanted her to speak. To tell the doctor that this was all a lie and she wasn't pregnant. Because who was she pre