All Chapters of My Father-In-Law's Craziest Obsession: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Winston's POVI was shocked to see Sansa fall on her knees before me. Yes, I was mad at her, but I couldn’t just stand there and let her feel bad. Not when I saw the woman behind the sorrow. Not when I knew the weight she bore a few days ago and I’d fought so hard to lift it with her.She'd passed through so much with Christian Alexander and then Gerald. She deserved rest. “I'm so sorry," she said but I quickly helped her up. “You don't ever kneel for any man, Sansa. Not me, not anyone." She nodded and looked at me with teary eyes. “Don’t you ever forget who you are, Sansa,” I said with a low tone. “You were strong long before I ever came into the picture. Your family expects more from you than what you're doing. And I know that’s unfair sometimes, but it’s because they knew what you’re capable of. I know it too.”Her chin trembled and her eyes glistened with tears. She tried to blink away, but they fell anyway.“Thank you," she muttered, sniffling. “I’m here,” I continued gent

Sansa's POV The moment I saw Killian, my heart dropped. It was as if the air had been sucked out of the room, and my knees almost gave way.My mind scrambled to process what I was seeing. "Hello, sweetheart. Are you happy to see me?"I froze mid-step and stared down at him from the staircase, my heart pounding in disbelief. "What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice trembling despite how strong I wanted to sound. He was the bane of my existence and I hated how afraid I was at the sight of him. Killian's eyes roamed over my body shamelessly with lust. "Come on, sweetie. You look so hot in that dress. Do you want me to drive you to work?" He started ascending the stairs toward me, reaching for my hand.I recoiled immediately, backing up a step. "Stop! Don't touch me! What are you doing here?"Killian blinked like I was the unreasonable one. Then, with a dramatic glance around the estate, he threw his arms out. "Why am I the only one who sounds surprised by that question? I'm in

Winston's POV It was absurd. A grown man sitting among branded teddy bears plated in faux gold and shopping bags. All for a woman who wanted nothing more than to never see his face again.But none of this pissed me off like the fact that he'd made her mad. She'd woken up happy in my arms and I promised her lunch at work and now, she was mad all because of him. “Even with all the money in the world,” Augustine said with a slow clap, “you still can’t buy back Sansa’s love, how tragic.”Killian turned to him angrily. “Shut up, Augustine. What the hell do you know about love? You’ve barely grown into your damn beard.”“I know enough to not be pathetic about it,” Augustine replied smoothly. “I know that love isn't proven with overpriced nonsense and public stunts. You’re nothing but a pampered, arrogant man.”“You brat! You were sent off to college, you're not a man, you're a silly little boy!" “Call me spoiled all you want,” Augustine shrugged, “but at least I know what it’s like to b

Sansa's POVThe elevator hummed quietly as it ascended, but the silence between Winston and me was louder. I stood there, still reeling from the confrontation with Killian, my hands clutching the box of chocolates Winston had brought. I didn’t even have the heart to look at it just yet. My eyes were on the metallic elevator doors, reflecting a distorted image of my flushed, uncertain face.Winston shifted beside me. "Are you okay?"I nodded too quickly. "Yes... yes, I’m fine."He gave me a long look. I knew he didn’t believe me, not entirely. His gaze dipped to the box in my arms. "The chocolates. You used to like that brand."I blinked, then looked down. The gold-ribboned box shimmered faintly. I smiled softly, touched despite myself. "Thank you. That was thoughtful."He shrugged, smiling in that maddeningly charming way of his. "It’s nothing."I turned slightly to him, about to say more, when he reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. The intimacy of the gestur

Amelia's POV I woke up to the soft hum of the air conditioning system. I yawned and stretched and my skin was slightly chilled despite the thick, warm blanket wrapped snugly around my body. I shifted slowly, the plush fabric wrapping me like a cloud, and a contented sigh escaped my lips. “Oohhh," I purred softly, feeling my whole body almost sink into the mattress. My muscles felt loose, light, and utterly relaxed, as if I had been floating on air all night. After the previous night's stressful work, I was expecting some form of ache when I woke up. My shoes were too tight and Killian had given me a terrible headache with his show at the company. But why didn't I feel that tiredness I had expected? I blinked at the morning light shining through the curtains, confused by how deeply rested I felt. That’s when it hit me.Oh my goodness. I was massaged last night. I had arrived home to a trail of roses that led to my room and he was there waiting for me. Winston. His hands. The