Once a powerful heir, admired for his wealth, charm, and success, he had everything anyone could dream of until a tragic car accident changed everything. Now, confined to a wheelchair, he’s no longer the man people once adored. Instead, he’s a target for mockery, a fallen CEO who is left in the shadows, abandoned by those who once worshipped him. She, the neglected daughter of her family, has spent her life in the shadows, overshadowed by her perfect sister. Her family’s indifference fuels her determination to escape, and a chance contract marriage becomes her way out. Neither family cares about their opinion; this marriage is simply a means to an end. In a dimly lit room, the disabled CEO glares at her, "What do you want from me, woman?" She crouches beside him, her gaze focused on his injured legs. "Do you know your legs can be healed?" Unbeknownst to him, she is not just his wife, she is his redemption. With her help, his body heals, his confidence returns, and his rise to power begins anew. As the world watches in disbelief, the disabled CEO becomes the man they thought they had lost forever. Women once again chase after him, but there’s one thing they don’t know he is already devoted to his wife, the woman who stood by him through it all. "Sweetheart, meeting you was my greatest fortune," he whispers, gazing at her with love and gratitude.
View MoreThe morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft, golden hues across the spacious bedroom. Ethan stirred awake, his sharp mind quickly remembering the events of the night before. He turned his head to find Emma still fast asleep, her face relaxed in peaceful slumber.For a moment, he allowed himself to admire her, the way the morning light caught in her hair and softened her features. She looked so different from the stubborn, opinionated woman who often challenged him. Vulnerable, even.What am I doing? he wondered, a pang of uncertainty creeping into his chest. This wasn’t part of his plan—letting anyone in, letting her in.He carefully moved to sit up, his legs still lifeless and frustratingly uncooperative. The wheelchair sat by the bedside, a reminder of his limitations. Ethan’s jaw tightened as he transferred himself to the chair, a motion he had perfected out of necessity.He didn’t notice Emma stir awake until her soft voice broke the silence.“You’re up early.
Ethan sat alone in his study, the faint hum of the city below barely registering in his mind. The meeting had taken more out of him than he cared to admit. His hands rested on the wheels of his chair, his body rigid with unspent tension.Emma’s words from earlier lingered in his mind: You’re not alone anymore.He clenched his jaw. What did she know about loneliness? About survival? Yet her stubborn determination to stand by him, even when he pushed her away, made him question everything he thought he knew about relationships.A soft knock broke the silence.“Come in,” he said, his voice sharper than intended.The door creaked open, and Emma stepped in cautiously. She was dressed in casual attire, a stark contrast to the poised professional who had accompanied him earlier.“Ethan,” she began, her tone tentative, “I know you hate interruptions, but I couldn’t sleep. I thought…” She trailed off, holding up a tray with two mugs. “Coffee?”He stared at her, unsure whether to send her away
The sun peeked through the curtains of Ethan's penthouse, casting a golden hue over the sleek, modern decor. Emma stirred on the couch, her medical journals scattered across the coffee table, evidence of another late night spent studying. Her peaceful slumber was broken by the faint hum of Ethan's wheelchair as he maneuvered into the living room.He paused at the sight of her, her hair slightly disheveled and her expression serene in sleep. A flicker of warmth crossed his usually stoic features, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared."You're going to ruin your back sleeping there," he said, his voice firm but quieter than usual.Emma jolted awake, blinking groggily before registering his presence. "Good morning to you too," she mumbled, stretching."You have a bed, Emma," Ethan said, rolling closer.She shrugged, giving him a sheepish grin. "The couch was closer to the coffee. Priorities."Ethan let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. "Get up. We have a meeting in two hours."Emma
The air inside the warehouse was heavy, each breath feeling like a gamble as Vincent’s mocking smirk widened. Ethan’s men held their weapons steady, but the tension was palpable—one wrong move could send the situation spiraling out of control.“You always did like theatrics, Vincent,” Ethan said, his voice calm despite the sniper’s laser dot still hovering over his chest.Vincent chuckled, casually walking closer, his hands in his pockets. “And you always liked pretending you were untouchable. Look where that’s gotten you.”“Right where I want to be,” Ethan replied coolly.The room fell silent, save for the faint hum of the building’s lights. Vincent stopped a few feet from Ethan, his predatory gaze locked onto him.“You’re bluffing,” Vincent said, narrowing his eyes.“Am I?” Ethan raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly.Before Vincent could respond, a faint buzz came from Ethan’s earpiece—a signal Jake had set for when reinforcements were in position. Ethan’s lips twitched into
The first crack of thunder echoed through the city as rain lashed against the towering windows of Ethan’s penthouse. The storm outside was a fitting backdrop to the chaos brewing within. Ethan, Emma, and Jake gathered around the large dining table, which was now cluttered with files, maps, and photographs.Vincent Kane’s face stared back at them from every angle, his cold, calculating eyes a constant reminder of the enemy they faced.“He’s already making his move,” Jake said, breaking the tense silence. He placed a laptop on the table, showing a live feed from one of their surveillance drones. “Vincent’s men have been spotted near the docks. It looks like they’re smuggling weapons.”Ethan leaned forward, his sharp gaze fixed on the screen. “How many?”“At least two dozen men, heavily armed,” Jake replied.Emma, standing behind Ethan, frowned. “Why the docks? What’s he planning?”Ethan’s jaw tightened. “He’s building his arsenal. Preparing for a full-scale assault.”“On you?” Emma aske
The victory over Harold should have brought relief, but instead, it left a lingering unease in Ethan’s heart. The penthouse was quieter now, the once-bustling team having left to rest. Ethan wheeled himself to the large window overlooking the city. The glowing skyline reminded him of everything he’d fought for and everything he still had to lose.Emma entered the room, holding a tray with two steaming mugs of coffee. “You should be resting,” she said, setting the tray on the coffee table.Ethan didn’t turn around. “Resting is for people who don’t have enemies lurking in every shadow.”Emma sighed, sitting on the couch and gesturing for him to join her. “The team did a great job tonight. Harold’s in custody, his operations dismantled. You’ve won.”“For now,” Ethan replied, finally turning to face her. “Harold was just one head of the hydra. Cut off one, and two more grow in its place.”Emma frowned, leaning forward. “You think someone will step in to fill his void?”Ethan nodded. “I do
The city was cloaked in darkness, but Ethan’s penthouse buzzed with activity. The clock on the wall ticked relentlessly as the team finalized their plans. The tension was palpable, each person moving with purpose, knowing this was the moment they had been working toward.Ethan sat at the head of the room, his sharp gaze cutting through the chaos. He was in his wheelchair, but his presence was as commanding as ever. “Jake, ensure the team is in position. Emma, I need you to double-check the surveillance feeds.”Emma nodded, her hands deftly navigating the laptop in front of her. She had become Ethan’s unofficial right hand, her medical precision translating seamlessly into the world of corporate and personal warfare.“You’re pushing yourself too hard,” Emma said without looking up.“I don’t have the luxury of taking it easy,” Ethan replied, his tone curt but not unkind.Emma glanced up, her eyes meeting his. “You’re no good to anyone if you burn out.”Ethan didn’t respond immediately.
The morning sun streamed through the large windows of Ethan’s penthouse, but the atmosphere inside was far from serene. The team had gathered early, each armed with updates on Harold’s crumbling network and the countermeasures in place to protect Ethan’s empire.Emma, seated next to Ethan at the head of the table, flipped through her notes as Jake gave his briefing.“Harold is losing his grip,” Jake began, his tone steady but urgent. “Two of his key allies have already backed out of their partnership after we exposed their offshore accounts. But Harold’s still pushing, and we believe he’s planning a major announcement to undermine your position further.”Ethan leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “What kind of announcement?”Jake hesitated. “We’re not sure yet. But whatever it is, he’s desperate. He’s pulling strings he hasn’t touched in years. We need to be ready for anything.”Ethan’s lips thinned into a cold line. “Desperation makes him dangerous. We can’t give him
The storm that Harold had tried to unleash on Ethan’s empire had been momentarily calmed, but the embers of conflict were far from extinguished. With Peter in custody and the immediate threat neutralized, Ethan knew it was time to strike back.Sitting in his office, Ethan reviewed the files Jake had compiled on Harold's recent moves. Emma sat nearby, her laptop open as she coordinated efforts with the PR and legal teams.“We’ve confirmed that Harold has been funneling money through shell companies,” Jake said, pointing to a series of transactions. “If we expose this, it’ll discredit him and shift the narrative back in our favor.”Ethan’s jaw tightened. “It’s not enough to discredit him. I want to destroy his ability to retaliate. Make it so he doesn’t just lose face—he loses everything.”Emma raised an eyebrow. “Ethan, if you’re planning a full-scale takedown, we need to tread carefully. He’s already proven he’s willing to fight dirty.”Ethan’s gaze softened as he looked at her. “That
The lavish estate of the Johnson family was unrecognizable, once a symbol of power and prestige, it now stood shrouded in gloom, much like its fallen heir. The grand chandelier, which once sparkled with warmth, now cast cold, muted shadows over the drawing room. Ethan Johnson sat alone by the window, the rain hammering against the glass a cruel echo of the storm within him. He stared blankly at the wheelchair that had become his prison, his once, strong legs now useless and numb. A year ago, Ethan had everything: wealth, power, and a future as the heir to the Johnson Group, one of the most influential companies in the country. Women flocked to him, their eyes alight with admiration or greed. Men envied his charisma, his sharp mind, and the way he effortlessly commanded a room. He had been untouchable. Until the accident. The brakes had failed. The car had spun out of control. And in one cruel twist of fate, the world he had built came crashing down. Ethan’s jaw tightened as he re...
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