All Chapters of Blinded Love : Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

The door of the Maybach clicked shut, sealing out the hum of the upstate breeze as Damien and Avery settled back into the plush leather interior. The car pulled smoothly onto the highway, moving away from the city center and heading toward the coast.Avery leaned back against the headrest, her dark eyes darting toward Damien. A subtle, suspicious tilt touched her lips as she observed him. He sat upright, adjusting his cuffs, looking every bit the composed, untouchable corporate titan, yet there was an undeniable air of secrecy around him.A low, smooth laugh broke past Damien’s lips, shattering the silence."I can practically hear the wheels turning in that head of yours, my sweet," Damien murmured, a soft smirk tugging at his mouth despite his dark glasses masking his eyes.Avery let out a soft scoff, crossing her arms and turning her head toward the window, though a rosy tint dusted her cheeks. "The wheels aren't turning. I’m just... observing.""Observing," Damien echoed, a rich ru

A week had slipped by quietly.At the sprawling Kingsley estate, sunlight flooded through the floor-to-ceiling windows. While Damien spent the day managing high-stakes corporate acquisitions at the office, Avery kept herself busy at home. Rather than acting like a spoiled mistress of the house, she rolled up her sleeves to help the househelp with a deep spring cleaning. Clearing out dusty corners and reorganizing the rooms gave her a much-needed sense of grounded normalcy.After removing the last of the clutter from the second-floor lounge, Avery wiped her hands, her eyes lingering on her phone resting on the counter.Despite telling Collin weeks ago that she wanted nothing to do with him, especially after he shamefully begged Damien for funds during that infamous dinner with Elaine, a quiet yet undeniable pull tugged at her heart. She took a deep breath, dialed her father’s private number, and brought the phone to her ear.Over at Vance Enterprises, Collin sat at his desk, reviewing

The West Wing corridor was bathed in a muted, golden light that filtered through the high arched windows, casting long shadows across the patterned carpet. It was always quieter on this side of the estate. A stark contrast to the sharp, marble-and-glass excess of the central living quarters.Collin walked beside Avery, his footsteps heavy and measured. As they reached the door to her old bedroom, he hesitated, his hand resting on the brass handle for a brief second before pushing it open."I asked the staff to leave everything untouched," Collin said softly, stepping into the room ahead of her. "I... I couldn't bring myself to have it cleared out."Avery stepped across the threshold, her eyes slowly taking in the room. Dust motes danced in the quiet beams of sunlight. The room was modest, preserved like a time capsule from her teenage years. Soft-colored curtains, a neat wooden desk, shelves lined with old literature, and stacked drawing pads filled the space. It was the room where sh

The grand staircase felt significantly less daunting on the way down. Avery descended each marble step with a measured, rhythmic cadence, her arms securely wrapped around the cardboard box housing her late mother’s master ledger. Every step away from the West Wing felt like shedding a physical layer of the heavy, suffocating past she had carried for far too long.As she reached the grand foyer, the sharp clink of china echoed from the adjacent formal parlor.Elaine emerged from behind the archway, holding a delicate porcelain tea cup. The moment her gaze landed on Avery carrying the box, her lip curled into a sneer of pure, unfiltered disdain."Finished digging through our attic, have we?" Elaine drawled, her voice carrying that grating, practiced mockery. "Honestly, Collin, I don't know why you allowed her to haul trash out of the house. Goodness knows what old junk she's dragging into the street."Before Avery could even open her mouth, or bother wasting a single breath on her, Coll