All Chapters of His Blind Daughter-In-Law: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

[Ivy]“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Janice asks, looking up at the magnificent mansion that belongs to my grandfather. She swallows hard, forcing herself to look away from the giant house and turn to me. “I can always stay in the staff quarters, if you have them. I just want a bed and a door that locks. That’s all.”My heart aches at her words.Five years ago, I wouldn’t have even imagined something like that coming out of her mouth. She used to be so proud, so confident, and just overall amazing. It’s a tragedy what those monsters did to her.I put my hand on her shoulder and give it a gentle squeeze. “Are you kidding me? You’re my guest. There’s no way you’re staying anywhere else. Come on, I already told Grandpa and Martha that you would be joining us for dinner.”“Dinner?” She frowns, checking the time on her phone. “Isn’t it too late for dinner?”“Well…” Now, what should I say? That the day has been so hectic and full of drama that I didn’t even have time to eat? No, that w

It’s not a kiss. It’s a claim. It’s hungry. Demanding. Possessive. His other arm snakes around my waist, pulling me flush against him, and he kisses me like a starving man who’s finally found a feast. I can feel the raw, unbridled hunger in him, the wild need that he’s been trying so hard to keep buried, and it’s terrifying. It’s everything I feared and more. He’s not holding back. Not anymore. A gasp escapes my lips, a sharp, ragged breath that he swallows with an almost possessive triumph. This is the monster from my nightmares, the one I’ve seen in those dark, hidden corners of my mind, the one I’ve tried so desperately to forget. And he’s here. He’s real. I try to push him away, to fight, but my hands feel weak against him. He’s like a wall of steel, unmovable, unbreakable. My hands move from his chest to his face, my fingers sinking into the surprisingly soft hair at the nape of his neck, a silent, traitorous plea that I don’t even understand myself. Then, just as suddenly

[Ivy]I can’t believe I’m seeing this.This has to be a joke, right?How could my dad be… with someone like her?But maybe… maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised.After all, ever since Mom went missing all those years ago, he hasn’t been himself.No doubt, after messing around with Mom’s stepsister, he’s now here getting drunk with Mom’s best friend, Kayla Morrison.I look away, unable to see what has become of him anymore.There was a time when Cyrus Maxford was a name people looked up to with nothing but respect. No matter what room he walked into, all eyes turned to him, and people actually listened.But now? Now he’s become the biggest joke in town.Sure, he still runs one of the Maxford subsidiaries, but I know how things are going with the company. In fact, it’s only a matter of time before the board finds a way to replace him.I wonder what Mom would say about all this if she could see him right now.Would she even be surprised, or would she knock some sense into him?Probably the

During breakfast, everyone keeps staring at the scarf wrapped tightly around my neck.Grandpa raises an eyebrow, and Martha gives me a curious look, but no one asks any questions. And I’m grateful for that.The last thing I want to explain is how I got a hickey the size of a fucking apple on my neck, especially when the culprit is someone I shouldn’t even be thinking about that way.Janice, on the other hand, seems to be in a much better mood this morning. She’s laughing and chatting like her old self, and it’s a relief to see her like this after everything she’s been through.After breakfast, she follows me back to my room, her curiosity getting the better of her.“So,” she starts, closing the door behind her, “you wanna tell me what’s going on with you and that neck of yours? Because I don’t think it’s just a fashion statement.”I sigh, knowing I can’t keep this from her forever. “I… it’s nothing. Just a mistake.”She raises an eyebrow, looking even more curious. “A mistake, huh?” T

[Ivy]“This is too much, Ivy. I can’t… I can’t accept all of this,” Janice says, looking at the dozens of shopping bags in front of her. She turns to me, shaking her head frantically. “I know you care about me, and I’m grateful to have someone like you as my friend, but this is really too much. You have to understand that I can’t accept it.”“Good lord, you’re overthinking again!” I groan, rolling my eyes and ignoring her childish protest. I turn to the staff member instead, who has been assisting us for the past two hours. “Here’s my card. Swipe it once we’re done. Don’t hold back.”The attendant accepts the card with a gentle smile. “Yes, ma’am. Would you like to see something else? Perhaps our new party collection? We have just received the latest designs from Rosita Rose.”Rosita Rose? Isn’t she the famous designer who’s been making waves in the fashion industry lately? I’ve read a few articles about her, but I’ve never actually seen her work up close. I wonder how it would look o