All Chapters of The Disabled CEO's Swapped Bride: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Gerald paced the floor of his lavishly furnished study, his frustration evident in the sharp clicks of his polished shoes against the marble tiles. His usually calm demeanor had cracked, replaced by an anxious edge that unsettled even his most seasoned guards."Where the hell is he?" Gerald muttered under his breath, his tone biting.Seated across from him, a grim looking man in a tailored suit, a member of Gerald's inner circle, shifted uncomfortably. "We’ve sent teams to his usual haunts, boss. Checked every safe house and contact he’s ever had, but there’s no sign of him."Gerald slammed his fist onto the desk, sending a pen rolling onto the floor. "I don’t need excuses, Darren! I need results. It’s been two days. Two damn days, and no one knows where he is?!"The man leaned forward, his expression tense but composed. "We’re doing everything we can, sir. He could’ve been picked up, or worse...""Don’t even say it," Gerald snapped, cutting him off. His most trusted confidant, Marcus

Carter drove through the quiet streets, his sharp eyes scanning the rearview mirror for any signs of pursuit.Marcus sat slumped in the back of the vehicle, his hands bound securely, his face pale and streaked with sweat.The man’s bravado had long since disappeared, replaced by silent fear as the reality of his capture settled in.The base was located on the outskirts of the city, hidden behind an unassuming warehouse façade.The location was one of Alexander’s best kept secrets, a fortress equipped with top of the line security and surveillance systems.As Carter pulled into the compound, the large steel gates closed behind them with a low groan, sealing them inside.Two guards were already waiting.They approached the vehicle swiftly, opening the door to drag Marcus out. The man struggled weakly, but his efforts were futile against the firm grip of the guards.“Get him inside,” Carter ordered curtly, stepping out of the vehicle and adjusting his coat. “Make sure he’s secured. I don’

Sarah’s first race was a night she would never forget.She was sixteen, filled with a mixture of nerves and excitement that buzzed through her veins like the hum of a finely tuned engine.The streets on the outskirts of the small town came alive after dark, transforming into an arena where the boldest drivers tested their skills.Word had spread about an upcoming race, and though she had never participated before, Sarah knew she couldn’t resist the call of the asphalt.Mr. Miller had always told her to respect the road and her instincts, but he’d never forbidden her from racing.It was an unspoken understanding between them, he trusted her judgment. That trust emboldened her as she slipped into the driver’s seat of an old but reliable car she and Mr. Miller had worked on together, a vintage Camaro with a roaring engine that could still hold its own against modern speedsters.The crowd gathered along the makeshift race route was a mix of seasoned racers, adrenaline junkies, and curious

As Seb watched the Sapphire Blue McLaren disappear down the bustling city street, the faint roar of its engine lingering in the air, a familiar mix of emotions surged within him.His jaw tightened, his hands slipping into his pockets as he leaned against a nearby lamppost.The memory of that night, the night Sarah, or rather, Sparrow, had humiliated him in front of the entire underground racing community, played in his mind like a relentless reel.He had been untouchable then, a trust fund heir with an ego as massive as his bank account.No one had dared to challenge him until she appeared, a dark horse with a car that seemed like an extension of her being.She hadn’t just won that race, she’d dismantled his pride, maneuvering through tight corners and dangerous straights with a precision that left him chasing shadows.Seb could still hear the taunts and cheers of the crowd, their disbelief at his defeat and their awe of the enigmatic Sparrow.That night had shaken his world, exposing

He grabbed a nearby chair and sat down across from Marcus, leaning forward. "You're stalling. That's fine. Take your time, but know this, every second you waste, you're digging yourself a deeper grave. So start talking. What’s Gerald’s endgame? Why the sudden attack on me? What else is he planning? The Accident? Why?"Marcus hesitated, his eyes darting to Carter, who stood like a silent enforcer. Then back to Alexander, whose calm exterior only made him more intimidating.Finally, Marcus exhaled shakily. "Fine. You want the truth? Gerald has been running his own empire in the shadows, smuggling, blackmail, taking out anyone who gets in his way. You are the biggest person in his way."Alexander’s jaw clenched, fury simmering just beneath the surface. "And so he had to ambush me at the Millers?"Marcus nodded reluctantly. "He couldn’t risk it no more. And now... now he knows you’re coming after him. He’s already setting things in motion to take you down before you can touch him.""Like