All Chapters of My Father-In-Law's Craziest Obsession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I was halfway to the Majesty InterContinental Hotel that evening when doubt sank its teeth into my mind. "What am I doing?" I whispered to myself, gripping the steering wheel tighter.I pulled over into the quiet shoulder of the road, my fingers trembling. For a second, just a second, the scandal flashed before my eyes. I could almost see the newspapers plastering headlines about the divorcee and her father-in-law. "No," I said aloud.With a swift motion, I made a U-turn and drove back toward the Wolf Estate. I didn’t owe Winston this. And even if I did, tonight wasn’t the night. We could talk at home, like normal people. I didn’t need wine or dim lighting or the intoxicating scent of that man to get my head all twisted again.As I approached the mansion, I looked at my phone again. No call from him. It was so unlike him. He'd have called to check if I was still coming. He always loved being a part of my day. “I guess he wants me to make my own choice," I muttered. As I arrived

Sansa's POV “Killian?” I stared at him. “What are you doing here?”He stepped inside casually, shutting the door behind him like he belonged here. “I could ask you the same thing, Sansa.”I placed the wine glass down carefully, my voice sharp. “I was expecting someone else.”He nodded slowly. “I know. I arranged for the suite, hoping to talk to you in private.”My jaw dropped. “What? No. The envelope, it was from Winston.”“I had to get creative,” he said with a rueful smile. “I knew you wouldn't come if you knew it was me. I had to convince you it was him to make sure you'd come.”A rush of anger surged through me. “This is manipulative, Killian. When will you stop!”“I didn’t know any other way to reach you,” he said, stepping closer. “You’ve been avoiding me.”“For good reason.” I took a step back, folding my arms. “Our relationship ended, remember? And for a damn good reason.”He didn’t stop. “I made mistakes. I know that now. But I want to make things right.”I stared at him, he

Winston's POV It was a hectic day. The kind of day I didn't ever look forward to. I could feel it hanging on my shoulders like an overcoat as I pulled into the driveway. But I was a CEO. Wolfe Incorporated needed me now more than ever. Killian was a bag of rotten shit and he couldn't even work for me. It was all on my shoulders to foresee all our offshore deals and international clients. My trusted manager had taken a sick leave after a brief illness and I needed him to recover fully. I valued all my workers. But that meant I had to do all his work and it wasn't quite easy. I looked at my watch once again and then sighed at the veins I saw. My hands ached from gripping the steering wheel, and my eyes felt like they'd been peeled open for a century.The entire drive home, I kept calling Sansa. Over and over. Ten calls. Twelve. Straight to voicemail every single time. Desperate to hear from her, I even stopped by her workplace just in case she was still holed up in her office.

Winston's POV I was pacing.Back and forth. Across the length of the living room like a caged animal. The clock ticked mockingly on the wall and it felt like each second was slicing through my nerves. Morning sunlight streamed through the massive windows of my mansion, but there was no warmth in it. Not for today. All it reminded me of was that Sansa wasn't still home. “Where is she?" I mumbled uneasily and then hissed. Augustine sat on the edge of the leather couch, his elbows on his knees, watching me like I’d lost my mind.And maybe I had. But for good reason. How could I sit back and act like the woman my heart belonged to wasn't missing from our home. Like it or not, it had become our home and she could deny it for as long as she wanted but she'd always come back. “Dad,” he said, his voice careful, as if he thought I might explode, “could you please chill? You’re acting like Sansa’s fourteen years old and snuck out to a house party.”I stopped mid-step and glared at him. “Y

Sansa’s POVPain. That was the first thing I felt. It was so much pain that it felt like fire dancing along every nerve in my arms and legs. Then I could feel the cold. The kind that seeped into your bones and made you question if you were alive or some floating specter. I stirred, my limbs aching so badly it felt like my muscles had been set in concrete.I tried to move, but something bit into my wrists.Rope. It was bound tightly around my wrists and my ankles too.Where was I? Panic surged before my brain could make sense of it. My mouth opened to scream, but all I got was a gag choking the sound in my throat. I couldn't speak and no matter how much I tried, I couldn't open my eyes. My vision was black, swallowed whole by a thick blindfold.I froze, heart pounding.Where am I? What is this?I struggled again, twisting and wincing as the ropes dug deeper into my skin. My shoulders burned, and my neck throbbed like I'd been sleeping on a stone slab. I whimpered, a low, helpless