All Chapters of Cripple Billionaire Husband : Chapter 91 - Chapter 96

The lecture hall hummed with soft conversation as students filtered in, but Emmy's focus stayed locked on the man standing at the front. Professor Carl Grayson — in that black button-up with sleeves rolled, jaw set in a way that could cut through bone — was every bit the chaos she didn’t need.He didn’t look at her when she walked in.Not that she cared.Not that she noticed the slight twitch in his jaw as she passed.Not that her heart skipped.She slid into her seat, opened her laptop, and avoided looking at him.Carl turned from the whiteboard. “For next week, I want a reflective essay. But for a few of you…” — his eyes scanned the hall — “you’ll receive a private thesis assignment.”Emmy flinched.Of course, when the list appeared on the projector, her name was there — Emmy Langston Magnus.Her heart thudded.Later, when class ended and students shuffled out, she waited. She told herself it was to clarify the assignment, but when the last student left, her legs felt rooted. His of

Carl Grayson had been avoiding Emmy for days now, a quiet storm of frustration brewing inside him. Each time he saw her, his mind felt like it was on fire. The chemistry between them had only intensified, and every moment they spent together seemed to pull him deeper into something he didn’t want. Something he couldn’t afford to feel. It was getting harder to ignore her—to push her away. His father’s death had always been the focal point of his mission, but now, with Emmy at the center of it, everything was spiraling out of his control. Carl had spent his whole life hiding from feelings, burying them under a veneer of detachment. But Emmy, with her fire, her passion, her vulnerability—she was undoing everything.She was more than just his target now. She was becoming his obsession.He had kissed her. He had touched her. And when he closed his eyes, he could still feel her—her skin against his, the heat between them, the taste of her lips. His pulse quickened at the thought, but he qu

The sun had barely risen when Carl received the knock on his door. His apartment was still cluttered with remnants of the night before—his half-finished cup of coffee, the messy papers strewn across the table, and his mind racing. After the tension-filled events at the college, Carl barely slept, but when the knock came, he knew exactly who it was.Theo.It had been less than twenty-four hours since the office confrontation. The raw emotion, the anger, the betrayal still hung thick in the air. Carl had no doubt that Theo would be coming, but he didn't expect the full force of his friend's wrath.He opened the door slowly, and there stood Theo, eyes red and his face drawn tight with fury. There was no hesitation in Theo’s movements as he pushed past Carl and into the apartment. Carl stepped back, his breath catching in his chest as he watched Theo's every move, already bracing for what was coming."You knew," Theo's voice cracked, a mix of confusion and anger swirling beneath the surfa