All Chapters of Married To The Disabled CEO : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The city was cloaked in darkness, but Ethan’s penthouse buzzed with activity. The clock on the wall ticked relentlessly as the team finalized their plans. The tension was palpable, each person moving with purpose, knowing this was the moment they had been working toward.Ethan sat at the head of the room, his sharp gaze cutting through the chaos. He was in his wheelchair, but his presence was as commanding as ever. “Jake, ensure the team is in position. Emma, I need you to double-check the surveillance feeds.”Emma nodded, her hands deftly navigating the laptop in front of her. She had become Ethan’s unofficial right hand, her medical precision translating seamlessly into the world of corporate and personal warfare.“You’re pushing yourself too hard,” Emma said without looking up.“I don’t have the luxury of taking it easy,” Ethan replied, his tone curt but not unkind.Emma glanced up, her eyes meeting his. “You’re no good to anyone if you burn out.”Ethan didn’t respond immediately.

The first crack of thunder echoed through the city as rain lashed against the towering windows of Ethan’s penthouse. The storm outside was a fitting backdrop to the chaos brewing within. Ethan, Emma, and Jake gathered around the large dining table, which was now cluttered with files, maps, and photographs.Vincent Kane’s face stared back at them from every angle, his cold, calculating eyes a constant reminder of the enemy they faced.“He’s already making his move,” Jake said, breaking the tense silence. He placed a laptop on the table, showing a live feed from one of their surveillance drones. “Vincent’s men have been spotted near the docks. It looks like they’re smuggling weapons.”Ethan leaned forward, his sharp gaze fixed on the screen. “How many?”“At least two dozen men, heavily armed,” Jake replied.Emma, standing behind Ethan, frowned. “Why the docks? What’s he planning?”Ethan’s jaw tightened. “He’s building his arsenal. Preparing for a full-scale assault.”“On you?” Emma aske

The sun peeked through the curtains of Ethan's penthouse, casting a golden hue over the sleek, modern decor. Emma stirred on the couch, her medical journals scattered across the coffee table, evidence of another late night spent studying. Her peaceful slumber was broken by the faint hum of Ethan's wheelchair as he maneuvered into the living room.He paused at the sight of her, her hair slightly disheveled and her expression serene in sleep. A flicker of warmth crossed his usually stoic features, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared."You're going to ruin your back sleeping there," he said, his voice firm but quieter than usual.Emma jolted awake, blinking groggily before registering his presence. "Good morning to you too," she mumbled, stretching."You have a bed, Emma," Ethan said, rolling closer.She shrugged, giving him a sheepish grin. "The couch was closer to the coffee. Priorities."Ethan let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. "Get up. We have a meeting in two hours."Emma

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft, golden hues across the spacious bedroom. Ethan stirred awake, his sharp mind quickly remembering the events of the night before. He turned his head to find Emma still fast asleep, her face relaxed in peaceful slumber.For a moment, he allowed himself to admire her, the way the morning light caught in her hair and softened her features. She looked so different from the stubborn, opinionated woman who often challenged him. Vulnerable, even.What am I doing? he wondered, a pang of uncertainty creeping into his chest. This wasn’t part of his plan—letting anyone in, letting her in.He carefully moved to sit up, his legs still lifeless and frustratingly uncooperative. The wheelchair sat by the bedside, a reminder of his limitations. Ethan’s jaw tightened as he transferred himself to the chair, a motion he had perfected out of necessity.He didn’t notice Emma stir awake until her soft voice broke the silence.“You’re up early.

The gentle hum of birds in the garden wasn’t enough to silence the storm brewing in Ethan’s mind. Emma walked beside him, her hand lightly resting on the handle of his wheelchair. She had insisted on pushing him, despite his protests, claiming it was “therapeutic” for them both.Ethan, for once, relented.The garden was sprawling and serene, the afternoon sun casting golden streaks across the well-manicured hedges and blooming flowers. Emma guided him along the cobblestone path, her chatter filling the silence he was so used to.“And you wouldn’t believe the amount of trouble I got into sneaking textbooks into my room,” Emma said with a soft laugh. “My parents thought I was obsessed with novels, but in reality, I was devouring medical journals.”Ethan glanced at her, intrigued despite himself. “You really went through all that to study medicine?”Her smile faltered briefly, but she nodded. “It was the only thing that made me feel alive—like I had a purpose. Being the unwanted daughter