The following days were a blur of strategic meetings and quiet tension. Ethan’s world was beginning to feel like a tightrope, each step measured and calculated. He couldn’t afford to make a single misstep—especially with the threat of betrayal looming over him.Emma remained by his side, her presence a constant in the chaos. She had always been a calming force, but lately, Ethan noticed a subtle shift in her demeanor. She was no longer just his wife. She had become his rock, the one person he could rely on amid his unraveling empire.Yet, he couldn't ignore the weight of the truth: Emma was tied to his success—and his downfall. Her family had married her off to him for power, their ambitions as dark as his own. He had never thought much about her past, her real feelings, or the depth of the sacrifices she had made for him. But now, as the truth about his family’s treachery began to unfold, the question lingered: How much longer would Emma stand by him?That night, as Ethan sat in the
Ethan sat in his study, his mind racing in circles. The echoes of Emma’s words lingered like a wound that wouldn’t heal.“I’ve always been the pawn, Ethan…”He had faced enemies in business, betrayal from family, and even the uphill battle to regain his strength after the accident. But nothing had ever shaken him the way Emma’s pain-filled voice had.It was well past midnight, and the dim glow of the desk lamp cast long shadows across the room. Jake stood by the door, his face impassive as always, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of concern.“Should I follow her, sir?” Jake asked.Ethan shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No. Let her cool off. She needs space.”Jake hesitated. “And what about Daniel? He won’t waste time using this against you.”Ethan’s jaw clenched. He knew Jake was right. Daniel was like a vulture, circling for the kill. He had already tried to manipulate Emma; who knew what he would do next?“Double security,” Ethan said finally, his voice cold and c
The morning sunlight streamed through the large windows of the Johnson estate, casting a golden hue on the pristine marble floors. Ethan remained seated in the dining room long after Emma had left. Her words echoed in his mind, stirring emotions he had buried long ago.He had promised to try, but what did that even mean? For someone like him, trying meant fighting for control, asserting dominance, and keeping emotions at bay. Letting someone in required vulnerability, and that terrified him.Jake entered the room, his usual stoic expression in place. “Sir, the doctor has arrived for your therapy session.”Ethan frowned. “I thought Emma was supposed to handle my therapy.”“She insisted on bringing in a specialist for today,” Jake explained. “She said she’ll join once you’re ready.”Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”---Emma stood outside the therapy room, watching as the specialist worked with Ethan. She had intentionally taken a step back
The soft hum of the evening surrounded the estate as Ethan and Emma sat across from each other at the dining table. The tension between them had eased slightly, replaced with a tentative air of understanding.Ethan tapped his fingers on the edge of his chair, his gaze drifting between the food on his plate and Emma’s calm expression. “You haven’t cooked before, have you?”Emma raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “What gave it away? The slightly burnt edges or the uneven seasoning?”“Both,” Ethan replied dryly, though a rare chuckle escaped him.“I’m trying,” she countered, taking a sip of water. “And I think it’s edible enough.”“It is,” he admitted. “I’ve eaten worse.”Emma smiled at his attempt at humor. “Small victories, right?”He nodded, but his expression grew somber. “Emma, I need to ask you something.”She placed her fork down, her curiosity piqued. “What is it?”“Why did you agree to marry me?”The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions.Em
The evening air was cool, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass from the garden. Ethan remained in his study, poring over documents Jake had delivered earlier. His focus, however, was elsewhere.Emma’s face kept flashing in his mind—her fierce determination, her unwavering support, and the spark in her eyes when she stood up to anyone, even him.He leaned back in his wheelchair, rubbing his temples. “What’s happening to me?” he muttered under his breath.“Talking to yourself now?” Emma’s voice broke through his thoughts as she stepped into the room with a steaming cup of tea.Ethan glanced up, startled but quickly masking it with a smirk. “A bad habit I’ve developed since meeting you.”Emma chuckled, setting the cup on his desk. “Well, I’m flattered.”She leaned against the edge of the desk, crossing her arms. “You’ve been working all day. You need a break.”“Work doesn’t stop just because I’m... temporarily indisposed,” he replied, gesturing to his legs.Emma frowned. “That’s exact
The boardroom at Johnson Industries was abuzz with tension. Ethan’s wheelchair glided through the entrance with Jake trailing behind, carrying documents. The air was thick with anticipation as the shareholders turned to face their embattled CEO.Ethan’s icy gaze swept the room. His presence, even seated, commanded attention.“Mr. Johnson,” an older shareholder named Harold began, “we’ve called this meeting to discuss the future leadership of this company.”Ethan raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware my leadership was in question.”Harold cleared his throat. “Given your... condition, we believe it’s in the best interest of the company to appoint an interim CEO.”Ethan’s lips curled into a mocking smile. “My condition has no bearing on my ability to lead. Unless, of course, you have evidence to prove otherwise.”The room fell silent. Harold shifted uncomfortably, but another shareholder, Mrs. Carter, spoke up. “Ethan, it’s not personal. We’re concerned about stability. The company needs a
The afternoon sun streamed through the large windows of Ethan’s office, casting long shadows on the polished floor. Emma sat on the couch, sorting through medical notes for Ethan’s next round of therapy. Despite the victory in the boardroom, the tension lingered. Ethan was unusually quiet, his piercing eyes fixed on a document in his hand.“You’re brooding,” Emma said without looking up, her tone light.“I don’t brood,” Ethan replied, though the slight edge in his voice betrayed him.Emma chuckled softly. “Sure you don’t. So what’s on your mind?”Ethan folded the paper and set it on his desk. “The shareholders. Harold isn’t going to give up that easily. He’s always wanted more control.”Emma glanced at him, her brow furrowing. “Do you think he’ll try something else?”“Absolutely,” Ethan said, his tone flat. “Men like him don’t back down. They wait for weakness and strike when you least expect it.”Emma bit her lip, considering his words. “Then we need to make sure he doesn’t get the c
The morning sun seeped through the curtains, painting the room in warm hues. Emma stirred awake, her body still sore from the long night of planning and strategizing with Ethan. As she sat up, she glanced over at the papers scattered across the table—a testament to how deeply they were both entrenched in fighting for the company’s future.Ethan was already awake, seated in his wheelchair near the window. He held a cup of coffee in one hand while staring out at the skyline. His profile, strong and stoic, seemed lost in thought.“Morning,” Emma said softly, her voice breaking the quiet.Ethan turned slightly, his usual guarded expression softening when he saw her. “You’re up early.”She smirked, stretching her arms. “You mean early for someone who was up until 3 a.m. devising battle strategies?”A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Touché.”Emma stood, pulling on a robe as she walked over to him. “What’s on your mind?”Ethan’s gaze remained fixed on the city. “Just thinking
The next morning, Ethan woke up feeling lighter than he had in years. The weight of his past mistakes and regrets still lingered, but they no longer crushed him. Instead, they served as reminders of how far he had come—and how much he still had to do.As he descended the stairs, he heard Emma’s voice in the kitchen. She was humming a soft tune while preparing breakfast, a domestic scene so peaceful that it momentarily took his breath away. For a man who had spent years cloaked in cold indifference, this newfound warmth was both unfamiliar and welcome.He entered the kitchen and leaned against the doorway, watching her. Emma turned around, her face lighting up when she saw him.“Good morning,” she greeted, handing him a cup of coffee.“Good morning,” Ethan replied, his voice unusually soft. He took a sip, savoring both the coffee and the moment.****Later that afternoon, an unexpected car pulled into their driveway. Ethan frowned as he glanced out the window, recognizing the sleek bla
Ethan sat by the large window in his study, staring out at the garden as the winter sun cast long, golden shadows on the frost-kissed grass. His once proud and commanding presence had been softened by months of rehabilitation and reflection. Yet, deep inside, the embers of his determination still burned, fanned by Emma’s relentless support.Emma entered the room with a steaming cup of tea in hand, her footsteps light but purposeful. She set the cup on the table beside him, her gaze lingering on his face. He looked better now—healthier, more alive—but the weight of his recent trials still rested heavily on his shoulders."How are you feeling today?" she asked gently, pulling a chair closer to him.Ethan turned to her, his lips curling into a faint smile. "Better, thanks to you. I’ve been meaning to say..." He paused, his fingers tracing the edge of the armrest. "You’ve done more for me than anyone ever has. I don’t know how I can repay you."Emma shrugged, her expression teasing. "You
The morning sunlight bathed the expansive Johnson estate in a warm glow, but inside Ethan’s office, the atmosphere was anything but serene. Ethan sat at his desk, his wheelchair positioned at an angle that gave him a clear view of the sprawling garden beyond the windows. Documents, spreadsheets, and reports were scattered before him, but his attention was miles away.Emma had become a presence he couldn’t ignore. Her voice, her laughter, even her sarcasm had carved a permanent place in his life. But this morning, she seemed different—quieter, distracted. He noticed it the moment she entered the room with a tray of breakfast."Good morning," she greeted, placing the tray on his desk.Ethan glanced at her, noting the faint circles under her eyes. "You didn’t sleep well," he observed.Emma shrugged, forcing a smile. "You’re not my only patient, you know. I had some late-night calls.""You could’ve woken me up," Ethan replied, his tone teasing but laced with genuine concern.Emma snorted.
The silence between them stretched as Ethan’s confession lingered in the air. Emma didn’t press him further; she knew from experience that forcing him would only make him retreat deeper into his shell. Instead, she stood and began pushing his wheelchair again, letting him set the pace of their conversation.As they rounded a corner of the garden, the estate's sprawling fountain came into view. The cascading water glimmered under the late afternoon sun, creating a serene atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the storm of emotions Ethan was wrestling with.Emma broke the silence, her tone light but meaningful. “You know, when I was a kid, I used to think fountains were magical. I thought if you tossed in a coin and made a wish, it would come true.”Ethan arched a brow, his lips curving slightly. “And how many wishes did you make?”“Countless,” she admitted with a soft laugh. “Most of them were silly—like wishing for endless chocolate or a pony. But there was one I made every time.”“W
The gentle hum of birds in the garden wasn’t enough to silence the storm brewing in Ethan’s mind. Emma walked beside him, her hand lightly resting on the handle of his wheelchair. She had insisted on pushing him, despite his protests, claiming it was “therapeutic” for them both.Ethan, for once, relented.The garden was sprawling and serene, the afternoon sun casting golden streaks across the well-manicured hedges and blooming flowers. Emma guided him along the cobblestone path, her chatter filling the silence he was so used to.“And you wouldn’t believe the amount of trouble I got into sneaking textbooks into my room,” Emma said with a soft laugh. “My parents thought I was obsessed with novels, but in reality, I was devouring medical journals.”Ethan glanced at her, intrigued despite himself. “You really went through all that to study medicine?”Her smile faltered briefly, but she nodded. “It was the only thing that made me feel alive—like I had a purpose. Being the unwanted daughter
The day unfolded with a tense stillness that neither Ethan nor Emma dared to break. He had retreated to his office, burying himself in work, while Emma busied herself with household tasks. But the unspoken words between them lingered like a storm cloud, threatening to break at any moment.By afternoon, Emma decided she couldn’t take the suffocating silence any longer. She found Ethan in his office, his wheelchair angled toward the large mahogany desk cluttered with files. His brow was furrowed in concentration, but she could tell he was using work as an excuse to avoid their earlier conversation.“Ethan,” she said, stepping into the room.He didn’t look up. “If this is about breakfast—”“It’s not,” she interrupted, her voice steady. “It’s about us.”Ethan’s hand stilled over a document, his jaw tightening. He sighed and finally looked at her. “There is no ‘us,’ Emma. I thought I made that clear this morning.”She crossed her arms, refusing to back down. “You don’t get to decide that o
The 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