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CHAPTER 51: (WE'VE FOUND HER)
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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,”
BOUND TO THE CRIPPLED CEO CHAPTER 120: (THE ARREST)
VANThe call came just as the nurse finished checking Danica’s vitals and she fell asleep. My phone buzzed once, sharp and insistent in my pocket. I glanced at the screen: Security HQ.I excused myself quietly, stepping out into the corridor. The hallway was bright and sterile, humming faintly with distant voices and the shuffle of nurses passing by.“Ivan Clarkson speaking,” I said, my tone clipped.“Sir,” the voice on the other end was brisk. “We’ve found her. The woman—Amy Bart. She was apprehended by the police about thirty minutes ago at a private lodge just outside town. They’re holding her at the central station now.”For a second, I just stood there, my hand tightening around the phone. “You’re certain it’s her?”“Yes, sir. Positive identification. We’ve already confirmed with facial recognition from the estate’s security feed earlier today.”I closed my eyes briefly, exhaling slowly. The image of Danica lying unconscious on the living room floor flickered through my mind, and
BOUND TO THE CRIPPLED CEO CHAPTER 119: (THE SCENT OF TRUTH)
DANICAThe first thing I heard was the steady beep of a machine. Soft. Rhythmic. Too calm for the storm in my head.My eyelids fluttered open to a blur of white walls and the faint scent of antiseptic. For a moment, I couldn’t tell where I was or why my body felt like it had been slammed by something heavy.Then I heard his voice.“Danica?”It was low, rough, and laced with something I hadn’t heard in his tone in a long while—fear.I blinked slowly until my eyes found him. Ivan sat beside me, his suit jacket off, his tie loosened. He looked… wrecked. His hair was slightly messy, his sleeves rolled up, and there was exhaustion written all over his face.“You’re awake,” he breathed, as if he wasn’t sure it was real.My throat felt dry. “What… happened?” I managed to whisper.He leaned forward, his hand brushing my arm gently. “Don’t move yet. You hit your head pretty hard.”I frowned, the fog in my mind slowly lifting. “Hit my head?”He nodded, jaw tightening. “The housekeeper called me
BOUND TO THE CRIPPLED CEO CHAPTER 118: (THE SILENCE AFTER)
DANICAFor a second, we just stared at each other, the air between us charged and thick. Her eyes darted around as if searching for a way out, but my voice cut through before she could move.“Say it,” I said quietly. “Say you did it.”Amy’s lips parted, but nothing came out. Her fingers twitched at her sides, her jaw working as though she was biting back words.“I know it was you,” I continued, taking a slow step closer. “The perfume, the voice— everything matches. You were there that night, weren’t you? You were the one taunting me while Valerie cried.”“You’re insane,” she hissed, taking a sharp step back. “You’ve completely lost it.”“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I remember now. You thought I wouldn’t, didn’t you? But I do. Every word you said. Every sound. It was you, Amy.”She folded her arms, a bitter smile stretching her lips. “You really should get yourself checked, Danica. Maybe that husband of yours finally drove you mad.”My heartbeat thundered against my ribs. “Don’t twi
BOUND TO THE CRIPPLED CEO CHAPTER 117: (A SHOCKING REVELATION)
DANICAAfter dinner with my father and his wife Emma on Sunday, the next day came with the brutal awareness of it being a Monday. Since Dave controlled all the physical work over there in Greece, I just had some few mails to respond to from here.I’d spent the morning trying to busy myself, folding laundry that didn’t need folding and staring out the kitchen window more times than I could count. The kids had gone off to school with the driver, and Ivan had already bolted for work before breakfast was even cleared from the table.The silence pressed in from every corner.I was just about to make tea when one of the housekeepers stepped into the kitchen, her tone polite but unsure. “Mrs. Clarkson, there’s someone here to see you.”I blinked. “Someone?”“Yes, ma’am. She says she's an old friend of yours.”My brows arched. I couldn't think of anyone as far as I was concerned. “An old friend?”“Yes ma,” she concurred.My heartbeat kicked up, soft but steady. “Where is she?”“In the main li
BOUND TO THE CRIPPLED CEO CHAPTER 116: (THE WRONG KIND OF LOVE)
AMYThe morning light slicing through my blinds did nothing to soften my mood. I’d been awake for hours, scrolling through my phone, each picture on the screen made my jaw tighten a little more.There they was Ivan and Danica— smiling like a picture-perfect family.On the picnic grass, she leaned against him, her hair loose and wind-kissed. Valerie sat between them, laughing with a flower crown on her head, while that little boy, their son clinging to Ivan’s arm as he slept like he was his whole world.The internet was eating it up.“Perfect family goals.”“True love always wins.”“CEO and his miracle love story.”I threw my phone onto the couch, the sound of it hitting the cushion echoing louder than it should have. I couldn’t stand the sight of it anymore. Every photo, every stupid caption felt like a slap to my face.How dare she look that happy?How dare he?I stood, pacing across the room. My apartment was spotless not because I liked cleaning, but because control was all I had l
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