All Chapters of The Blind Heiress Returns: Wanted By My Ex's Mafia Uncle: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

True to his word, Leo was there first thing in the morning, waiting for Chloe with a quiet smile and an easy confidence that put her at ease. She thought she would feel nervous, but his presence calmed her and made her feel more stable than she expected.As they headed to the hospital, Chloe felt Leo’s gaze shift to her occasionally. “I’m glad you asked me to come with you,” he said softly. “This is… well, it’s a big day.”"Yes, it is," she answered in a quiet but nervously excited voice. She took a breath, feeling the stress of the upcoming tests settle over her. “My brothers would’ve come, but…” She hesitated, her mind flashing to Adam and Francis, still tethered to their own hospital beds. “They can’t exactly leave the hospital right now,” she finished, a wry smile tugging at her lips.Leo spoke gently, his eyes filled with understanding. “I’m sure they’d be here if they could. You’re lucky to have them, Chloe.”She nodded, turning her head slightly toward him. “Family… it’s compli

“Nice to finally meet you, Ms. Westbrook. You’ve made quite the impression in recent weeks,” one of the men finally spoke in a tone that felt distant and somewhat casual.His voice was unfamiliar, and Chloe struggled to place it, her thoughts racing as she tried to make sense of the situation.Before she could respond, the man spoke again, his tone more serious this time."You see, it's important that people like us understand our roles, and right now, your role is simply to follow directions." He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in.He turned to face another of his men at the back of the van. "Tie her up," he commanded, then his attention returned to her. "I hope you don't mind. We need to ensure your cooperation."Chloe struggled weakly against the restraints, her breath coming in short gasps as panic took hold. She had never been so vulnerable, not since her accident.The sound of the engine roared around her as the van picked up speed, the vibration beneath Chloe’s feet

The van's tires made a crunching sound on the loose gravel as it slowed down, and the engine's hum turned into a low, deep growl. Chloe’s heart quickened; she could feel the air change. It was damp and cold now, the faint scent of mildew and rust seeping into the confined space. They were stopping, likely at their destination. Her wrists ached from the rough rope tying them, the sharp fibers digging into her skin with every small movement she made to try to loosen them.She exhaled softly, forcing herself to focus. Keep thinking, Chloe. Stay alert.The driver’s voice grumbled from the front. “She keeps moving like that, I’m knocking her out.” He was clearly irritated.Chloe didn’t stop. She moved again, checking for any looseness in the ropes, which earned her a quick reprimand from another man. “Enough already!” His boot came down hard near her feet, in an attempt to scare her.She let out a scoff, masking her rising anxiety with mockery. “Must be a real achievement for you, isn’t i

Leo’s SUV and the other two vehicles stopped just outside the rundown warehouse, its rusty walls standing tall like a dark sentinel in the dim moonlight. The cold air bit him and his men as they exited the vehicles. The faint hum of distant machinery and the occasional creak of metal were the only audible sounds.Leo surveyed the warehouse, his jaw set and his hands steady despite the storm raging inside him. Chloe was in there, somewhere, and every second felt like a lifetime.He turned to his men. “We go in quiet. No unnecessary violence unless it’s unavoidable. Priority is getting Chloe out alive. Do you understand?”“Yes, boss,” Anton and the others replied in unison.Leo’s eyes flicked back to the building, scanning for weak points, entryways, anything to give them an advantage. But as he studied the area, his thoughts betrayed him.This is my fault.The words echoed in his head like a cruel refrain. Chloe’s capture wasn’t just a calculated move by the Gaglianos—it was collatera

Anton gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as he pressed the accelerator, speeding through the city’s streets with no regard for traffic lights or the blare of honking horns. The SUV roared past intersections, weaving through traffic like a predator hunting its prey. In the back seat, Chloe held Leo’s limp body against her, her tears staining his shirt as she tried to steady him.Her chest heaved with sobs, her mind consumed with guilt. “This is my fault,” she whispered in a trembling voice. “He’s hurt because of me. If I hadn’t been—”“Enough!” Anton’s voice interrupted her. “He’s not dead yet, so stop crying over him like he is. Save it for later, when he can yell at you himself.”Chloe flinched at his tone, biting her lip to hold back her tears. She knew he was right—her tears wouldn’t help Leo now—but the feel of his blood soaking through his shirt, his shaky breaths, and the shallow rise and fall of his chest shattered her resolve. She nodded weakly, holding