All Chapters of The Disabled CEO's Swapped Bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Sarah's mind raced as the conversation continued.“I warned you,” Gerald said, his tone dangerous. “There was no room for mistakes. Alexander Blake cannot be allowed to walk away from this.”“He won’t,” the assassin replied, his voice tinged with desperation. “I hit him. He’s paralyzed again. He won’t be a threat.”Gerald’s response was sharp. “That’s not enough. Paralyzed or not, as long as he’s alive, he’s a problem. And now, thanks to your failure, he knows someone is after him.”“I’ll regroup,” the assassin promised. “We’ll finish it.”“No,” Gerald said coldly. “You’re done. Don’t contact me again. I’ll handle this myself.”The call ended abruptly, leaving the assassin cursing under his breath.Sarah’s hands trembled as she processed what she had just heard.Gerald had orchestrated the attack.Her parents’ deaths, Alexander’s injury, it was all because of him.Her vision blurred as tears welled in her eyes, but anger surged within her, mingling with her grief.Gerald had taken eve

At his estate, Gerald poured himself another glass of whiskey, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he received the update."She’s secured," the voice on the other end reported. "We’re bringing her to the safe house.""Good," Gerald replied. "Make sure she’s kept alive. For now.""And Blake?" the voice asked.Gerald’s smile faltered. "He’s still breathing. But with his wife missing and his body failing him, he’ll crumble soon enough. Keep me informed."As he ended the call, Gerald leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing.The pieces were falling into place, but there was still work to be done.Hours later, Alexander woke in the hospital, his body heavy with exhaustion and pain.He blinked against the harsh light, his mind immediately going to Sarah."Where is she?" he rasped, his voice barely audible.Carter was at his side in an instant. "We’re still looking, sir. We’ve expanded the search, but so far, no leads."Alexander’s fists clenched. "She’s out there, Carter. I don’t c

The captors moved quickly, shoving Sarah into the back of a black van.Her wrists were bound tightly with zip ties, biting into her skin.She stumbled as they pushed her into her seat, and one man sat down beside her, his cold, calculating eyes never leaving her face.The van smelled of gasoline and old leather, the air thick with tension. In the front, two more men occupied the driver’s and passenger seats.The driver’s hands gripped the wheel firmly, his focus locked on the winding road ahead, while the other man occasionally glanced back, ensuring their captive was secure.No one spoke, save for the occasional crackle of their radios.The silence was oppressive, the weight of her predicament pressing down on Sarah’s chest.She kept her head low, her mind racing with possibilities of escape.Unseen by her captors, Sarah’s fingers clenched tightly around a shard of metal she had concealed earlier. Every movement had to be subtle, the man beside her was far too close for her to risk d

The door slammed open, making Sarah flinch.The leader’s aide entered again, this time dragging two men in zip ties behind him. The captors from before, Gerald’s men.Their faces were bruised, and one limped as he was forced to kneel on the cold concrete floor in front of the leader.“We caught them snooping near the perimeter,” the aide said, his tone clipped. “Claim they were looking for her.” He nodded toward Sarah.The leader’s sharp eyes flicked from the captors to Sarah, then back to the men on the floor.His gaze was unrelenting, cold enough to make even hardened criminals squirm.“Who sent you?” the leader demanded, his voice a low growl that made Sarah’s stomach churn.The captors exchanged nervous glances, one of them swallowing hard.“Answer me,” the leader snapped, his tone like a whip.“We... we were just following orders,” one of them stammered, his voice trembling.“Whose orders?”The man hesitated, but the aide didn’t give him a chance to think.A swift kick to his side

The tension in the air seemed to dissipate as the leader rose from behind his massive oak desk, a faint smile tugging at his lips.The room, though dimly lit, radiated a quiet power, much like the man himself.The glass of whiskey in his hand swirling lazily. His piercing eyes remained trained on the door, the faint sound of footsteps growing louder as his trusted aide approached.“They’re here,” the aide announced.The leader nodded, his face unreadable as he rose from his seat. “Bring them in.”The door opened, and two figures entered the room.One was unmistakably Carter, Alexander’s most loyal man, his presence commanding yet respectful.Beside him, Alexander sat in his wheelchair, his expression a blend of exhaustion and resolve.“Alexander Blake,” the leader said warmly, stepping forward.His voice carried the weight of authority, yet it softened as he extended a hand. “It’s been too long.”Alexander, seated in his wheelchair, managed a weary smile. “Indeed, Darius. Too long.” H