All Chapters of The Blind Heiress Returns: Wanted By My Ex's Mafia Uncle: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Adam, it’s just one evening,” Chloe said gently, sitting across from her brother in the Westbrook mansion’s sunlit sitting room. Her cane leaned against her chair, and it felt comforting to her as she leaned forward a bit. “You can be our representative at the gala. I’ll even be your plus one.”Adam shook his head, his jaw tightening as he leaned back in his wheelchair. “Chloe, no offense, but this isn’t a good look for the Westbrooks. Imagine me rolling into that ballroom like this, and you—” He stopped short, his eyes darting to her cane before quickly looking away. “I mean, people will talk.”Chloe exhaled slowly, her fingers brushing over the hem of her skirt. “I understand,” she said softly. “But you can’t let what people might say stop you. You’re still a Westbrook. That name carries weight, no matter what.”Adam’s lips pressed into a thin line. “It’s not just about what people say, Chloe. It’s about perception. Right now, we can’t afford to look weak.”Chloe leaned back in her

The sickening crunch of bone under pressure echoed in the dimly lit room, followed by the guttural groan of a man on his knees. Leo King straightened, his knuckle ring glinting with a faint smear of blood under the single overhead light. His dark eyes were cold, and his face showed no feelings of mercy.“Where’s my money?” Leo spoke in a low voice that felt threatening, showing he was someone who wanted answers. And he wanted them without delaysThe man on the ground gasped, clutching his ribs as he tried to speak. “I-I told you,” he stammered, his words faltering under the weight of fear. “I don’t know. I don’t know where—”Leo’s fist connected with his jaw before he could finish, sending him sprawling to the floor. “Don’t lie to me,” Leo growled, shaking out his hand. His expression was icy, with no patience whatsoever. “I’ll give you one more chance.”The man whimpered, trembling as Leo advanced on him again. Before he could strike, a sharp ring cut through the tension. Leo froze,

Hours passed, stretching out like an eternity. Chloe didn’t speak, and her silence hurt him more than any angry words, accusations or outburst could have.Leo remained by her side, refusing to leave. He typed short replies to Anton’s messages and ignored Marcus’s calls completely. Nothing else mattered at that moment.“Chloe,” he tried again, his voice steady but quiet. “Talk to me. Please.”Her lips parted just a little, and for a moment, he hoped she would say something. But when she closed her mouth again, his heart sank.“I know you’re hurting,” he said, leaning closer. “But you don’t have to do this alone. Let me be here for you.”She turned her head slowly, her eyes finally meeting his. They were filled with pain so deep it almost broke him.“This is my fault,” she said in a cracked whisper.Leo’s brows furrowed. “No. Don’t say that.”“It is,” she insisted in a trembling voice. “If I hadn’t gone to that event... If I hadn’t been stubborn... The baby—” Her voice broke, and she tu

As they walked, Chloe felt a shift in the air—a sense of openness, as if they had entered a wide clearing.“We’re here,” Leo said, his voice dropping into a softer tone.He guided her to sit down on a blanket that was spread beneath the shade of a towering oak tree. Chloe’s hand brushed against the fabric, and she could feel the slight rise of its woven texture.“What is this?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.“A picnic,” Leo replied. “Nothing extravagant, but I thought it might be nice to get away for a bit.”Chloe reached out hesitantly, her fingers brushing the edge of a wicker basket. “You planned all this?”“Of course,” Leo said, his tone light but sincere. “You’ve been through so much, Chloe. You deserve a break.”She took a moment to reply, feeling the impact of his thoughtfulness around her. “Thank you,” she said quietly, her voice almost breaking.“Don’t thank me yet,” Leo teased. “The sandwiches might be terrible.”Chloe let out a soft laugh, the sound surprising even hersel

The gift store bell jingled softly as Chloe and Adam stepped inside, Marcus trailing a step behind them, his expression as unreadable as ever. The air carried a faint mix of lavender and vanilla from the myriad of candles and potpourri sachets scattered throughout the shop. Chloe tapped her cane lightly on the floor, the sound echoing faintly as her feet felt the polished tiles beneath her.“I don’t know why you insist on dragging me into this,” Chloe said, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “It’s not like I can help much with picking things out.”“That’s nonsense,” Adam replied, his voice full of mock offense. “You’ve always had impeccable taste. Besides, I need someone to rein me in before I buy something ridiculous.”Marcus’s low murmur cut through. “Before?” It earned a soft chuckle from Chloe.Adam shot Marcus a mock glare. “I’ll have you know, I have exquisite taste. But, for your information, restraint isn’t one of my strengths.”“Exquisite taste?” Chloe tilted her head, her s