All Chapters of My Father-In-Law's Craziest Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

A Deal from the Devil Sansa's POV The air went still.I blinked. “What… what did you just say?”“You heard me.”He stepped closer, his body almost touching mine now. The heat radiating off him made it hard to think.“You want revenge?” he asked. “You want your inheritance back? Your dignity?”I couldn’t speak.“I can help you do that,” he said. “I can get my best lawyers on the divorce.”My breath hitched. “And why would you want to go against your own son?”He looked me dead in the eyes.“Because the second he touched you and hurt you, he became my enemy.”I flinched. That wasn’t the answer I expected.“That’s twisted,” I whispered. “You met me just two weeks ago." Shit. She'd been counting. “Maybe,” he admitted. “But it doesn’t make it less true.”“Why do you even care?” I asked. “You said this wasn’t about wanting to be in bed with me. So what is it, Winston?”He leaned in, his mouth barely grazing my ear. “I care because I see you. I see what he never did for you and I'm dyin

Winston's POV I was quiet for a moment longer than I should’ve been.I hadn’t expected Killian to come back home, much less beg for my help. Not after six years of acting like he didn't belong to the Wolfe family. I let him live his life. But I knew he'd never be the son I hoped for. He squandered the Wolfe inheritance and turned his back on the family name.But here he was, standing in my living room with that foolish grin on his face. “I want her back, Dad,” he said again, more firmly this time. “I want Sansa back.”I masked my anger with a scoff, crossing my arms. “I’m not sure she wants you back, Killian.”He shrugged. “I don’t care what she wants. She’s my wife. I’m not going to lose my marriage. Not to her pride. Not to whatever phase she’s going through.”That word, ‘phase’, lit something inside me. Was that how he saw her hurt? As a phase? I studied him carefully. I’d funded his lifestyle from the beginning, watched him burn every cent I gave him, and then magically reapp

Sansa’s POVThis was all I was worth. I sat on the edge of my new couch, if you could even call it that, surrounded by half-unpacked boxes and a lingering scent of fresh paint. The studio apartment was small, almost claustrophobically so, and the air inside was stale. It wasn’t home.Not yet.Maybe not ever but this was all I could afford. I wrapped my arms around myself and stared at the chipped coffee table the movers had just assembled. My things, what little I had left after Killian drained me dry, were stacked against the walls. I hadn’t even hung the curtains yet. I didn’t know how to. Killian always hired someone for that.A loud thump from upstairs made me flinch.The movers came down the stairs one by one, their boots clunking on the narrow steps. One of them, the taller guy with a grease-streaked shirt and a kind face, looked at me apologetically. “Miss, the bathroom sink’s got a bad leak. And the kitchen plumbing’s...well, it’s seen better days.”I sighed, closing my

Sansa's POV Oh my goodness! I was thrown over his back like I didn't weigh more than a rag foll. He only chuckled. “You really thought I’d let you limp the rest of the way? Relax, Sansa. I’ve got you.”And strangely, I wanted to believe him. But I was too stubborn to. “Let me down!" I yelled as I felt the air whoosh around my face. I could feel cold breeze on my thighs and I wiggled up cover myself. His rough palms suddenly landed on my ass and I gasped. “Stop moving," he warned. Did anyone see that? What would they think?Was he seriously abducting me? It felt more like that by the second. Where was the soft spoken, gentle and kind man I'd met on the plane. This version of Winston Wolfe was both infuriating and enough to make e girl horny. “Let me down!" I yelled but he didn't listen. We walked for a few more minutes and then finally, I felt his arms clutch my legs and drop me on the floor, steadying me. The soft tug of silk around my eyes fell away, and I finally blinked

Sansa's POV I was going to die. I was going to die in a dark studio apartment in the middle of nowhere with nothing but ruined makeup and high heels in my hands. Those were my thoughts as I whipped around to face the figure in my apartment. I stared right into the face of a masked man. Judging from the length of his hair and his build, I knew it was a man. But who could it be? “Please," the word slipped out of my pups helplessly as I looked at the figure. Did he have a weapon? Was he going to kill me? Kidnap me? But the figure didn't talk, he just continued to draw closer. There was nothing here but cheap furniture. Could I defend myself with a couch? Very unlikely. Goodness, I didn't know what to do. I was lost. “What do you want?" I managed to croak out with what little courage I had left. I was practically shaking in my shoes. I couldn't breath, I was hyperventilating. “I have lots of money, you just have to tell….tell me…what you want,” I was shaking now. I couldn'