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CHAPTER 40: (ZEUS'S BEARD)
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BOUND TO THE CRIPPLED CEO EPILOGUE (THE MORNING AFTER FOREVER)
DANICAIt was one of those quiet Saturday mornings that felt borrowed from a dream. The house still carried the faint scent of coffee and pancakes; sunlight spilled lazily through the kitchen windows, softening everything it touched.I stood by the counter for a moment, watching the people who had become my world. Valerie sat at the table, legs swinging as she drowned her pancakes in too much syrup. Little Ivan was halfway through building a fortress of scrambled eggs, pretending it was some secret base that needed defending. And Ivan sat at the head of the table, a coffee mug in hand, the morning paper untouched beside him.He looked almost too perfect for reality. His sleeves rolled up, hair slightly mussed, his expression relaxed in that rare, unguarded way he only ever showed at home.It had been two weeks since the wedding, and though everything outside us remained the same, something inside me had shifted. The quiet wasn’t just peace anymore. It was fullness.I took a deep brea
BOUND TO THE CRIPPLED CEO Chapter 125: (A PROMISE IN BLOOM)
DANICA(One Month Later)The garden looked like a dream drawn from a softer world. The air smelled of lilies and faint rain, the kind that leaves the earth glistening like it’s been forgiven. White petals floated lazily over the trimmed grass, catching light like they too wanted to be witnesses.I stood there in a simple white gown, the kind that hugged gently and whispered grace rather than screamed it. I had told the designer I didn’t want a grand dress, just something honest, something that felt like peace after a long storm. My fingers trembled slightly as I adjusted the bouquet of ivory roses, each one a reminder that beauty could still bloom from broken roots.Ivan stood a few feet away, his usual severity softened by the moment. The sunlight cut along his jaw, catching the edges of his calm expression. His suit was black, tailored to every disciplined inch of him but the way his gaze lingered on me wasn’t controlled at all. It was reverent. Maybe even disbelieving.The sound
BOUND TO THE CRIPPLED CEO CHAPTER 124: (WHERE THE HEART SETTLES)
DANICAA week had passed since the attack, and for the first time, I could sit up without feeling the world tilt around me. The bruises had faded to faint shadows, and the bandage on my head no longer felt like a crown of ache. The hospital room had become strangely familiar— the low hum of machines, the gentle swoosh of curtains when someone entered, and the faint antiseptic scent that clung to everything like memory.The nurse had just left after checking my vitals. I leaned back against the pillows, my hands folded loosely on my lap, staring out the window. The day outside was clear, soft streaks of sunlight stretching over the city skyline. Somewhere below, life moved on: cars, people, sounds. But up here, it was just me and the calm that came after the storm.The door opened quietly, and I turned, expecting a nurse or maybe Dr. Kendra. But it wasn’t either of them.It was Ivan.He stood there for a second, one hand in his pocket, the other holding something small wrapped in whit
BOUND TO THE CRIPPLED CEO CHAPTER 123: (BROKEN TIES)
IVANThe city outside my window bled into a dim blur of lights, streaking past glass and distance. Dusk had settled the way grief did— slow, inevitable, and heavy enough to press on the lungs. I sat behind my desk, a stack of untouched files in front of me, their shadows stretching longer than my patience.The office was silent except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the ticking clock on the wall. Every sound felt too loud. Every breath, too deliberate.I hadn’t told anyone to hold my calls, but no one dared to disturb me. The news had spread fast enough. Nolan’s betrayal, Amy’s confession, my father’s quiet devastation that didn’t need words to echo.The moment Amy had said Nolan’s name, something inside me had gone still. Not broken, that would’ve been easier just hollowed out, scraped clean of disbelief. Because a part of me had always known.Pete had tried to reason that it could’ve been greed, jealousy, even resentment, but none of those explanations made sense anymore.
BOUND TO THE CRIPPLED CEO CHAPTER 122: THE RECKONING
IVAN The drive back from the station felt like moving through fog. The streets passed in smudges of color, my reflection in the tinted window cold and unmoving. Amy’s words kept circling my head, every sentence cutting deeper the more I tried to shake it off. Nolan. Of all the names she could have said, his was the one that hurt the most. I’d always known there was resentment between us. The unspoken competition. The silent power struggle. But this? To go this far… to hurt Danica… to traumatize our daughter? John said something from the front seat, but I barely caught it. “Sir?” he repeated gently. “Call the house,” I muttered, my voice quieter than I intended. “Tell them to prepare the meeting room. I want everyone there. Family only.” “Yes, sir.” My hands rested flat on my knees as we drove through the gates of the mansion. The guard opened the door immediately when we arrived. I stepped out, ignoring the startled looks from the staff as I walked straight inside.
BOUND TO THE CRIPPLED CEO CHAPTER 121: (UNRAVELED)
IVANThe hospital lights still burned behind my eyes long after I’d stepped out. Their sterile brightness clung to me or maybe it was the image of Danica initially lying pale against the white sheets, her voice trembling as she whispered Amy’s name.Amy.The name alone made something coil hard in my chest.John had already pulled up at the curb. The car’s black frame gleamed under the afternoon sun as he got out quickly to open the door.“Sir,” he greeted, but I barely nodded. My mind was somewhere else.The engine started with a quiet hum as we pulled out of the hospital compound.I dialed Pete before the car hit the main road. He picked up almost immediately.“Talk to me,” Pete’s voice came sharp through the line.“They caught her,” I said. My tone was clipped, steady, but my grip on the phone wasn’t. “Amy. She’s being held at the station.”A pause. Then, “You’re sure?”“I’m on my way there now.”Pete let out a low curse. “About time. What about my daughter… Danica?”“She’s stable,”
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