All Chapters of The Blind Heiress Returns: Wanted By My Ex's Mafia Uncle: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dan Sawyer entered his house later than usual that evening, his mind still reeling from a day filled with back-to-back meetings and frustrating negotiations. He barely had time to think about anything else—least of all Chloe—though she had slipped into his thoughts once or twice when he wasn’t paying attention. His tie felt too tight around his neck, his shoulders tense from the weight of the day.As soon as the door closed behind him, he was greeted by Sofia."Welcome home, sweetheart!" she chimed cheerfully. She sauntered toward him, her lips pulled into a wide smile.Dan barely glanced at her, before giving a cute response, “Thanks.” Something about her happiness seemed too bright, too exaggerated, for what should have been an ordinary evening. Sofia always carried a certain charm, a confidence that was almost tangible, but tonight, there was an extra layer to it that Dan found unsettling.Sofia leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, her lips lingering a little longer than neces

Leo returned from his morning run, his face glistening with sweat as he entered the grand marble foyer of his mansion. The cool air inside was welcomed, different from warm air outside. As much as the run was suppose to clear his mind, today was kind of different.He couldn’t place it or wrap his mind around it, but he felt unsettled. He pushed the distraction aside as his second-in-command, Anton, appeared at the base of the staircase, waiting for him. “Morning, boss,” Anton said in his usual calm but efficient voice.Leo nodded, grabbing the towel offered to him by one of his staff as he wiped the sweat from his face. “What’s the update?”Anton stepped forward, his eyes steady and professional. “The whistleblower we found the other day? The one spying on us—he’s waiting in the basement. We’ve started... softening him up, but he’s ready for your attention when you are. Also, the lady you asked me to look into—Chloe Westbrook—her file is on your desk.”Leo’s heart skipped a beat, th

The day dragged on slowly at first for Chloe. She kept herself busy, but her mind drifted back to the flowers and the turmoil from the morning. The hurt, the anger—it was all still fresh. She struggled to focus, her thoughts spiraling. How had everything gotten so complicated?By mid-morning, the office’s usual buzz picked up, and Chloe managed to immerse herself in work. She listened to reports, contributed her insights, and found a bit of solace in the routine. Soon, it was lunchtime.Natalie, as kind as ever, popped her head around the corner. "Hey, Chloe. It’s almost lunchtime. Can I help you get something to eat?"Chloe smiled at the offer, grateful for the gesture. “Thank you, Natalie. I’ll have something simple, maybe a turkey sandwich and some fruit?”Natalie nodded, her voice cheerful. “I’ll get it for you. Be back in a bit!”Chloe leaned back in her chair as Natalie left for the cafeteria. It was a small thing, but she appreciated Natalie’s thoughtfulness. For a moment, she

The next morning, Chloe stepped out of her room, her cane tapping lightly on the polished wooden floor. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant navy-blue blouse tucked into tailored slacks, her hair flowing in soft waves around her face. Despite her blindness, Chloe always made an effort to present herself well, and today was no exception. The day ahead was an important one, and she could feel the pressure of it.Waiting just outside her door was Adam, who leaned casually against the wall, his own attire sharp yet slightly relaxed—a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and grey slacks, giving him an approachable yet polished look. When Chloe heard the sound of his footsteps and sensed his presence, she smiled. “Good morning, Adam,” she greeted warmly, recognizing the familiar sound of his light, steady breathing.“Morning, Chloe,” Adam responded, a smile in his voice as he straightened up. “Ready for breakfast before we leave?”Chloe reached out with her hand, and Adam immed

Stepping out of the sleek black car, Chloe felt the heat of the evening settle around her as she stood between her two brothers, Adam and Francis. She held onto Adam’s arm, her cane tapping lightly on the pavement beneath her. The low murmur of voices and the flashing of cameras was enough to let her know they had arrived.The red carpet beneath her feet was soft, totally different from the hard pavement they just left behind. Flashing lights assaulted her senses, though she couldn’t see them, but the frenzy of the paparazzi and reporters was undeniable.. Reporters were shouting questions left and right, their voices cutting through the cool evening air like knives, and the Westbrooks were at the center of their attention.The questions came fast, overlapping each other, shouted from every direction as they made their way toward the entrance.“Mr. Westbrook! Who’s your guest tonight? Is she in any way related to the Westbrook?”“Chloe! How does it feel being here with the Westbrook f