All Chapters of The Blind Heiress Returns: Wanted By My Ex's Mafia Uncle: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The room was dimly lit, filled with sweat and the smell of cigarette smoke. Signs of earlier chaos were everywhere, with debris scattered around and chairs turned over. The man in charge of the kidnap, a wiry man with a gaunt face and sharp, hawk-like eyes, paced back and forth, his boots thudding heavily against the concrete floor.Before him, three men knelt, their faces bruised, blood trickling down from cuts on their foreheads and lips. Each bore the aftermath of a mission gone disastrously wrong, but they kept their heads bowed, too terrified to meet their leader’s burning gaze.The wiry man suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowing on the closest man. “Just thirty damn minutes. Thirty!” he snarled, his voice echoing sharply against the cold, bare walls. “I told you to watch her, to keep her contained. All you had to do was scare her. Make her sweat a little. That’s it!”He took a step closer, his fists clenched at his sides. “And not only do you mess it up,” he growled, his voice dr

When Chloe woke up, the room was a bit dark and silent. The gentle sound of the air conditioning and the far-off footsteps were all that suggested that there was life in the mansion somewhere. Chloe was now lying in bed, feeling the soft mattress underneath her, which was very different from the chair where she had dozed off.She sat up slowly, disoriented for a moment. Her hands brushed against the soft sheets, and a faint scent of lavender lingered in the air. The faint ache in her muscles from the events of the day before made her sigh softly.“You’re finally awake,” a familiar voice said from somewhere nearby in a warm and teasing tone.Chloe turned her head toward the sound, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Leo,” she said softly. “You’re out of bed. You shouldn’t be up. You should be resting.”“Don’t tell me you’re going to be one of those grumpy nurses who would keep me in bed all day if they could,” he quipped with a faint chuckle in his voice.Chloe couldn’t help but laugh

Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting muted shadows across the guest room. Chloe stirred beneath the warm covers, her senses gradually awakening to the faint scent of lavender lingering in the air. The sound of a low, hushed voice caught her attention, drawing her from the edges of sleep.She remained still, her head resting lightly against the pillow, as she strained to catch the words.“...need to find out who it was,” Leo’s voice murmured in a firm but quiet voice. “I don’t care what it takes. They targeted her, and I won’t let it go unanswered.”There was a pause, presumably the other person responding. Leo’s tone softened but held its edge. “Just keep me updated. I want answers soon.”The line clicked off, and Chloe heard the faint rustle of movement. She let her breathing remain slow and even, unsure if she should acknowledge what she’d overheard. Before she could decide, Leo’s voice broke the quiet again.“Chloe?” he said softly, closer now. “You’re awak

The following days blurred into a calm routine of hospital visits and cautious optimism. Chloe’s life had become a balancing act, divided between her responsibilities at the company and ensuring her family received the best care possible.Adam was the first to be discharged, but his weakened condition concerned her. She had expected him to celebrate escaping the clinical sterility of the hospital, yet his mood had turned sullen.Marcus, always efficient, arranged for a private nurse and physical therapist to visit daily, ensuring Adam’s recovery continued at home.Yet, even with the best care, the frustration in Adam’s eyes was impossible to miss.“You need to take it slow,” Chloe urged him gently one morning as they sat in the cozy sitting room of the mansion. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room.Adam glared at the untouched breakfast on the table. “I don’t want to take it slow, Chloe. I want to walk properly. I want to feel like myself again.

The next morning, Sofia Sawyer stood in front of the towering Westbrook corporate building. Her designer heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she entered, her pristine appearance an effortless mask for the turmoil beneath.She wasn’t supposed to know about Dan’s visit to Chloe. But she did. Call it stalking but she had actually asked someone to follow Dan for the past few days and report to her.Dan had gone to see her.Sofia’s fists clenched around the strap of her handbag as she thought about it. Chloe Westbrook, the ex-wife who had haunted her relationship from the start. The woman who, despite being blind and divorced, somehow still held a piece of Dan’s heart. It infuriated her.She wasn’t going to let Chloe have any power over her life. Not anymore. Today, she would make sure Chloe understood exactly where things stood.Disguised as a potential client, Sofia had made an appointment under the name Sofia George. As the receptionist directed her to Chloe’s office, Sof