All Chapters of The Disabled CEO's Swapped Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Alexander lingered by the doorway after their brief conversation, his hand resting on the polished wood of the frame.His sharp gaze lingered on Sarah for a moment longer than usual, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features before he cleared his throat.“I’ll be in the study,” he said finally, his voice steady, though tinged with an undercurrent she couldn’t quite place. “There’s a lot to prepare if the jewelry division is going to make an impression at Paris Fashion Week.”Sarah stiffened at the mention of Paris Fashion Week, the weight of her secret bearing down on her again.She forced a smile, nodding as she wrapped her towel more securely around herself.“That’s exciting,” she said lightly, though her tone betrayed the anxiety bubbling under the surface. “You’ll do great, I’m sure.”Alexander quirked an eyebrow, as if he could sense the forced enthusiasm in her voice, but he didn’t comment. Instead, he nodded.“You should rest,” he added, his tone softening slightl

The Paris Fashion Week loomed on the horizon, and the tension at the Blake Group was palpable.Elise, the lead designer with an icy demeanor and an obvious disdain for Sarah, had her designs chosen as the company’s submission.It was a major milestone for the jewelry division, one that carried the weight of Alexander’s ambitions to reclaim his CEO title.The entire office buzzed with preparations, and Sarah, despite her lower position, found herself drawn into the flurry of activity.As the day ended, Sarah wrapped up her tasks, her mind preoccupied with the secret she had been guarding so carefully.The pieces for her Mountain Rose collection were ready, and Margaret had assured her that the Paris Fashion Week stage would give her brand the visibility it needed. Yet, guilt pressed heavily on her chest.She hadn’t told Alexander about her designs, or her mentor. As much as she wanted to trust him, the fear of jeopardizing his plans for the Blake Group held her back.That evening, as t

As evening fell, Alexander retreated to the study to finalize plans for the Blake Group’s presentation at Paris Fashion Week.Sarah lingered in the living room, her thoughts heavy.She wanted to go to him, to tell him the truth and bridge the growing gap between them. But every time she tried, the fear of losing his trust, and possibly his love, paralyzed her.In the study, Alexander sat in his wheelchair, his fingers steepled as he stared at the documents spread before him.His mind kept drifting to Sarah, to the phone call he’d overheard and the evasiveness in her eyes.He hated feeling this way, hated doubting her, but he couldn’t ignore the nagging sense that something was amiss.“I can’t let this distract me,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head.As the city lights of Paris twinkled outside, both Sarah and Alexander found themselves lost in their respective thoughts.She stood by the window, gazing out at the Eiffel Tower, her heart aching with the weight of her deception.H

The next morning began with a hum of anticipation as the buzz around the upcoming auction electrified the air.The designs from the previous day’s showcase would be bid upon by buyers, collectors, and investors, and the piece that fetched the highest price would cement its designer as the undisputed star of the event.Elise, Alexander’s head designer and a long standing rival of Sarah, was brimming with confidence as she approached Alexander during breakfast in the lavish dining hall.Her elegant outfit and perfectly styled hair screamed self assurance, but her smug smile was what grated on Sarah most."Good morning, Alexander," Elise greeted him with a flirtatious edge, completely ignoring Sarah’s presence.She leaned slightly closer to him, her voice a mix of syrup and steel. "I hope you’re as excited as I am for the auction. I can’t wait to see the Blake Group take the top spot. My design is guaranteed to steal the show."Alexander nodded politely, his expression neutral. “It’s a b

Alexander’s gaze flicked between the stage and Sarah, who sat poised but quiet.She seemed lost in thought, her eyes occasionally drifting toward the shimmering choker.Was she admiring Elise’s work, or was there something else on her mind?Alexander couldn’t tell, and it irritated him.He wanted to know what Sarah was feeling, thinking, but she remained a mystery, even to him.“Seventy thousand euros!” came a booming voice from the back.The room murmured in approval as the stakes rose higher.Elise’s lips curved into a triumphant smile. She glanced toward the bidders, her confidence building with each successive paddle raised.“Seventy five thousand!” another bidder declared.“Eighty thousand euros!”The bids continued, each one eliciting gasps and murmurs from the audience.Elise could barely sit still, her excitement bubbling over. She turned her gaze toward Alexander and Sarah, her smugness palpable.“It’s my design,” she whispered loudly enough for those around her to hear. “Thi