All Chapters of Married To The Disabled CEO : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The morning sun streamed through the large windows of Ethan’s office, casting long shadows across the pristine mahogany desk. Ethan sat behind it, staring at the pile of reports that Jake, his assistant, had just delivered.“Another hit,” Jake muttered, his voice low and hesitant. “The competitor managed to underbid us again, and we lost the contract with Vega Industries.”Ethan’s jaw tightened, the familiar sting of frustration coursing through him. It wasn’t just the Vega deal. Over the past few weeks, his company had been bleeding opportunities, the losses stacking up one after another.“How the hell are they always one step ahead of us?” Ethan growled, slamming the report onto his desk.Jake flinched but didn’t respond immediately. Finally, he said, “There’s talk that someone on the inside might be feeding them information.”Ethan’s eyes darkened, his fingers drumming against the desk. “And yet, you’ve found no leads?”“We’re trying,” Jake replied quickly. “But whoever it is, they

The morning sunlight streamed into Ethan’s room as he sat quietly by the window, his wheelchair positioned in its usual spot. Emma walked in, carrying a clipboard and a determined expression. She wasn’t wearing her usual casual clothes today; instead, she had on a crisp white coat that made her look every bit the doctor she secretly was."Good morning," she said, her voice brisk yet warm.Ethan raised an eyebrow. "You’re awfully chipper for someone about to fail."Emma rolled her eyes, placing the clipboard on the bedside table. "I’ll ignore that comment for now because we’ve got work to do. Today’s the day we start working on getting your legs functional again."Ethan’s eyes darkened. "Emma, we’ve talked about this. My legs are beyond repair. I’ve been through enough specialists to know that this isn’t going to happen."Emma crossed her arms, her chin lifting defiantly. "And none of those specialists had me."Ethan blinked at her audacity, caught between irritation and grudging admir

The sun had barely risen when Ethan found himself in his study again, staring at the evidence that had landed in his lap overnight. The anonymous tip detailed every move Richard Clarke had made, from the offshore accounts to the meetings with competitors. The evidence was damning enough to expose Richard, but Ethan was wary.“Why now?” Ethan muttered, running a hand through his hair. His suspicion lingered. Whoever had sent the evidence clearly had their own agenda.Emma entered the room carrying a breakfast tray, her eyes lighting up as she saw Ethan deep in thought. “Good morning, Sherlock. Solving mysteries this early?”Ethan glanced up, a rare smirk tugging at his lips. “I might have a lead.”Emma set the tray down, leaning over his desk to examine the documents. “Is this about Richard?”Ethan nodded. “This is enough to take him down, but it’s too convenient. Someone’s helping me, but I don’t know why.”Emma placed a hand on his shoulder. “Maybe it doesn’t matter. You need this wi

Ethan stared at the email on the screen, his chest tightening as the weight of its contents bore down on him. The file attached wasn’t just any document, it was a detailed report on his accident, filled with discrepancies that hadn’t been part of the official investigation. Emma stood beside him, her brows furrowed as she read the lines over his shoulder. “This… this can’t be right,” she murmured. Ethan’s hand hovered over the mouse. “It says the brakes were tampered with,” he said, his voice low and laced with disbelief. “That wasn’t in the final police report.” Emma placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Do you think this is real? Could someone have done this deliberately?” Ethan’s jaw tightened. “I’ve made enemies, Emma. Plenty of them. But this…” He shook his head, leaning back in his chair. “This changes everything.” The next morning, Ethan met with Caleb in a quiet café, far from the prying eyes of the office. “You think someone sabotaged your car?” Caleb asked, h

The ride back to Ethan’s home was quiet, tension thick in the air. Emma sat in the driver’s seat, her grip tightening on the wheel as she stole glances at the rearview mirror. Beside her, Ethan sat, his sharp gaze fixed ahead, his usual icy demeanor clouded by unease.“Ethan,” Emma said, her voice trembling, “there’s a car following us.”Ethan’s jaw tightened as he turned his head slightly, catching sight of the black SUV trailing them. Its headlights cast sharp beams through the rear window, unwavering in their pursuit.“Stay calm,” Ethan said, his tone measured but commanding. “Turn at the next intersection and see if they follow.”Emma nodded, her heart pounding as she took a sharp right. The SUV mimicked her move instantly.“They’re not even trying to be subtle,” she muttered, her grip on the wheel tightening.Ethan’s eyes darkened. “Head toward the main road. If they try anything, witnesses will deter them.”Emma’s mind raced, her hands slick with sweat. “Do you think this is abo