All Chapters of The Disabled CEO's Swapped Bride: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

As the sleek black car cruised through the quiet streets, the hum of the engine filled the silence between Sarah and Alexander.The night had grown darker, the streetlights casting elongated shadows that flickered across the tinted windows.The city was alive, yet for Sarah, the world felt unnervingly still.She exhaled, the tension from the day still lingering in her bones.The suffocating walls of the interrogation room flashed in her mind, the accusatory stares of the officers, the blatant disregard for her words.She had always known Cecilia was manipulative, but tonight had taken things to another level.Sarah’s thoughts were interrupted by the sharp buzz of Alexander’s phone vibrating against his palm.His grip on the device was firm, his thumb sliding over the screen without hesitation.His jaw tightened ever so slightly when he saw the name on the caller ID.Carter.Sarah didn’t know much about Carter beyond the fact that he was one of Alexander’s most trusted men.He was effi

Against the wall of the grand hallway, he kissed her with a possessiveness that left her breathless, his lips traveling down her jaw to her neck, marking her with love and fire.His fingers traced patterns along her skin, teasing, exploring, igniting.Then, to the bedroom, where he laid her down like she was the most precious treasure in the world.He took his time, undressing her with reverence, his eyes devouring every inch of her. “You’re mine, Sarah,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of her collarbone before traveling lower. “And no one, no one will ever come between us.”His hands, his lips, his body worshiped hers with a tenderness that was almost overwhelming.Every touch was a promise, every kiss an oath.When he finally joined her, he made love to her slowly, deliberately, making sure she felt every ounce of his devotion with each movement.With every thrust, he whispered against her skin, reminding her that she was everything, his queen, his love, his obs

Carter quickly moved to the documents, securing the most crucial files. “We have everything we need. Hard drives, ledgers, financial records, it’s all here.”Alexander nodded, but his gut told him it wasn’t over yet. Gerald wouldn’t go down this easily.“Let’s move,” he ordered. “We need to get out before reinforcements arrive.”Just as they turned to leave, a familiar voice crackled through the room’s intercom system.“Well, well, well… I have to admit, I’m impressed.”Gerald.Alexander’s eyes darkened.He looked up at the speakers, his grip tightening around his weapon.“But did you really think I’d make it that easy for you?” Gerald chuckled. “You may have found my records, but let’s see if you can make it out alive.”The room suddenly locked down, and alarms blared through the facility.More men were coming.Alexander exchanged a look with Carter. “Looks like we’re not done yet.”“We need to move quickly,” Carter muttered, reloading his rifle. “If Gerald has another escape route,

By the time Carter arrived at Alexander’s residence, the sun had begun its slow descent, casting an amber glow over the sprawling estate.He parked his car and stepped out, carrying a black briefcase filled with the evidence they had retrieved from Gerald’s hideout.Alexander was already waiting in the study, dressed in a dark button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows.The sharp, calculating glint in his eyes told Carter everything, he was ready to end this once and for all.Carter entered the study, closing the door behind him.“Here is everything,” he said, placing the briefcase on the massive mahogany desk.Alexander leaned forward as Carter unclasped the locks and flipped it open.Inside, stacks of documents, USB drives, and printed reports lay neatly arranged.“These are the key pieces,” Carter continued. “Embezzlement, tax fraud, offshore accounts, Gerald bled the Blake Group dry. We also found proof of bribes, blackmail, and under the table dealings with government

The sun streamed through the floor to ceiling windows of the Blake Group’s CEO office, casting long golden hues across the sleek interior.Alexander stood by the expansive desk, methodically removing every last trace of Gerald’s existence from the space.The old files, the framed photographs, even the custom leather chair Gerald had replaced his with, everything was being wiped clean.He moved with a calm precision, the kind that made it clear that this was not just about an office, it was about reclaiming power.Sarah, perched in the chair across from him, watched him with an amused smile.She had been teasing him non stop since they arrived, twirling a pen between her fingers.“So,” she drawled playfully, “does this mean no more wheelchair?”Alexander didn’t even look up as he tossed another one of Gerald’s useless files into the discard pile. “Obviously.”Sarah chuckled. “I knew you were just being dramatic.”Alexander finally glanced up, giving her an arched brow. “Dramatic?”“Ye