All Chapters of The Disabled CEO's Swapped Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The drive away from Darius's compound was steeped in a heavy silence, the hum of the car engine the only sound as Carter navigated the winding roads.Sarah sat beside Alexander, her hands gripping her knees as she tried to calm her racing heart.The events of the night replayed in her mind, Gerald’s betrayal, her desperate escape, and the unsettling presence of Darius.Finally, unable to contain her curiosity, she turned to Alexander. “Who is he?” she asked quietly.Alexander, seated in his wheelchair with a blanket draped over his legs, glanced at her.He knew the question would come, and he seemed to take a moment to gather his thoughts before answering.“Darius is… complicated,” Alexander began, his voice low. “His full name is Darius Blackwell. He’s the kind of man who can command a room with a single glance. People fear him for good reason. He’s ruthless, calculated, and incredibly powerful.”Sarah frowned, her brow furrowing. “But you said you’re friends?”Alexander nodded, a fa

The warehouse buzzed with cold efficiency as Gerald’s top enforcers prepared for the mission.The air was heavy with the scent of gasoline and gun oil. Three black SUVs stood ready, their engines idling ominously.Inside, men dressed in tactical gear double checked their weapons, their faces set in grim focus.“Target’s convoy is heading west on Route 17,” the team leader barked, his voice clipped and authoritative.He pressed a finger to his earpiece. “We intercept at marker 52. Make sure there’s no escape.”“Understood,” another enforcer replied, snapping the magazine into his rifle. “What’s the kill order?”“Loud and clear,” the leader responded, his lips curling into a ruthless grin. “This isn’t just a hit. It’s a message. Make them bleed.The tension inside Alexander’s armored car was palpable.Sarah sat stiffly beside him, her hands fidgeting in her lap as the dense forest outside blurred past the windows.The events of the past few hours had left her on edge, and the eerie stil

Sarah’s body trembled as she sat on the floor, her back resting against the side of the bed.The sobs that had started as a flood of raw emotion began to taper off into quiet, shuddering breaths.Her tears left streaks on her flushed cheeks, and her fingers clung tightly to Alexander’s hands, as if letting go of him would send her spiraling back into the depths of despair.“I... I should have done something,” she murmured, her voice hoarse and broken. “If I’d been faster, smarter... maybe they’d still be alive.”“Sarah,” Alexander said gently, his gaze piercing yet full of empathy. “What happened to the Millers is not on you. It’s on Gerald and his twisted games. You’re blaming yourself because you cared deeply for them, but don’t let that love turn into a burden you can’t carry.”Her chin dropped to her chest, her shoulders slumping under the weight of his words. “It’s just so hard to let go,” she whispered. “I keep seeing their faces, hearing their voices. I close my eyes, and they’

The drive to the morgue was silent, heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions.Sarah sat in the passenger seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her knuckles white.Alexander sat beside her in his wheelchair, his sharp eyes flicking toward her every so often, as if to check she hadn’t crumbled completely.When they arrived, a somber attendant greeted them, his face drawn. “The bodies were handled with the utmost care,” he assured them as he led them down a sterile, fluorescent lit hallway.Sarah barely heard him. Her heart pounded as they approached the viewing room, her steps growing smaller, slower.She didn’t think she could do this.But then Alexander’s hand touched hers, grounding her. “I’m here,” he said softly, his voice steady and calm. “You don’t have to face this alone.”She nodded, her breath hitching as the attendant opened the door.Inside, the room was cold and clinical, with steel tables and white sheets draped over two motionless forms.The attendant stepped forw

The soft vibration of Sarah’s phone startled her out of her thoughts.She glanced at the screen, her breath catching when she saw the name: Margaret Windsor.Margaret was not just a dear friend but also the driving force behind Mountain Rose, the brand Sarah had poured her soul into.Though Margaret often remained in the shadows, her influence and unwavering support had been the cornerstone of Sarah’s career.With trembling fingers, Sarah swiped to answer. “Margaret,” she said, her voice hoarse from the emotional strain of the past days.“Sarah, my darling,” Margaret’s familiar, velvety British accent greeted her, tinged with concern. “I just heard the news. The Millers… I... I don’t know what to say.”The words hit Sarah like a wave, reopening the barely sealed wound.Her throat tightened as she fought to keep her emotions in check. “It’s... it’s been so hard, Margaret,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “They didn’t deserve any of this. They were like family to me.”“I know, love.