Todos os capítulos de My Father-In-Law's Craziest Obsession: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Sansa's POVDamn. She was stunning.Tall, elegant, and dressed like she’d just walked off the cover of a fashion magazine. Her cream coat clung to her figure perfectly, and those ridiculously high stiletto heels clicked against the marble floor loudly. Announcing each step she took. Her hair was swept into a sleek chignon, not a strand out of place. She looked expensive, sexy, classy and wealthy. I stared, feeling about three inches tall. The shock on Winston's face said everything I needed to know, this wasn't some old flame or a distant memory. This woman meant something. Something deep and relevant. “Eleanor," he breathed her name. Just the same way he often did mine. Before I could speak, before I could even breathe, she walked toward us. Her eyes barely flicked in my direction. Almost like I was invisible. Like I didn't exist. Then, like a scene from some dramatic soap opera, she leaned in and kissed Winston on the lips. Full on the lips. Not a peck. A kiss that lingered.

Sansa's POV I felt it before I saw it. I could feel the unmistakable heat of someone standing too close behind me. And then a hand moving up my thigh.I froze.What the hell?My body stiffened and I spun around instantly. I came face to face with a man. He looked to be in his mid-thirties with drunken eyes and a predatory smile. “Don’t touch me!" I snapped angrily. I was just a little tipsy but I sure didn't want to be groped by some random drunk man. "Whoa, easy there, sexy," he slurred, stepping closer. “Don’t be shy now. I saw the way you were looking around. You want this.”I could feel bile roll up my throat. “Touch me again,” I said, “and you’ll regret it.”He reached out like he hadn’t heard a word I’d said, the annoying smirk still plastered on his face. Big mistake.I didn’t hesitate. I brought my knee up and landed it right between his legs.He crumpled with a pained gasp, arms wrapping around his groin as he staggered backward, eyes bulging in shock.“Oh my God!” on

Winston's POV The halls of the Wolfe estate echoed with the sound of my footsteps as I stormed down the corridor. My heart was beating pretty fast with unease. I had to be sure. I had to confirm it with my own eyes. Sansa couldn’t have left. She wouldn’t just walk out of this house without saying a word. Not after everything that happened. Was she crazy? “She has a fucking death wish!" I hissed in disbelief. Could she possibly leave the estate unescorted after the attack at her place? I couldn't believe it. Yet, that call from her friend, the panic in her voice, wasn’t something I could ignore.I took the staircase two steps at a time and when I reached her room, I didn’t bother knocking. I pushed the door open and scanned the room.It was empty.The bed was neatly made. Her robe hung over the chair, her makeup untouched on the vanity. But the closet door hung open slightly, and I could smell lavender. Her shampoo. She'd bathed and left for a night club?! My fists clenched.

Sansa’s POV Five billion?! My fingers trembled above it, hovering, not quite brave enough to touch it again. “This can't be real, it's fake," I mumbled. But even as I said it, I could see the city bank stamp. This was real. I couldn’t move. My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling lightheaded. “What do I do?" I muttered in utter confusion. That cheque could change everything. I could disappear. Start over. Build an empire. Buy a new name. Become someone without all this shame and heartache clinging to me.I would forget Killian and the entire Wolfe family for life. I could build a company despite what Killian had stolen from me and finally reclaim my father's hidden inheritance. But could I really take the money? Could I sell off my dignity like a garage sale item? I wasn't ready to let go of whatever madness Winston and I shared. No matter how insane. No matter how absurd. I wanted it. Why?He wasn’t mine. He never was. He had a wife

Winston POV“Ten Billion?" He sounded stunned. But I had expected him to be. I knew just how greedy my son was. He'd been greedy since he was a little boy. I knew him. I knew just how far he'd gone to betray me and his brother just to make wealth. “Is this cheque even real?” Killian stared at the slip in his hand, his brows furrowed in disbelief. I let out a sigh impatiently. “Killian, have I ever given anyone a fake cheque?”He didn't answer immediately. Of course he didn’t. He was too busy trying to read between lines that didn’t exist. That’s the problem with Killian, he assumed everything was a game, a manipulation, because that’s the way he operated.When he remained silent, still gripping the cheque like it might vanish if he blinked, I lost my temper.I snatched the cheque from his hand and threw it to the marble floor between us. “Take it,” I snapped, “or keep dreaming that she'll ever want you again." He hesitated, then bent down and picked it up slowly. The smirk that