All Chapters of The Disabled CEO's Swapped Bride: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“Marcus,” Carter called, his tone firm but not unkind. “You’ve got two choices, come with us, or stay here and let Gerald deal with the fact that we found you first. We both know how that ends.”Marcus hesitated, his mind whirling.Carter’s words cut deep. If Gerald believed Marcus had talked, or worse, been captured, it wouldn’t matter what the truth was. Gerald’s paranoia would ensure Marcus’s death, no matter the cost.“Tick tock, Marcus,” Carter added, stepping closer. “You’ve got about ten seconds before my men stop being patient.”Marcus’s resolve wavered.He had been loyal to Gerald for years, but loyalty wouldn’t save him now. Slowly, he lowered his gun, his hands trembling as he placed it on the ground.“I’ll come,” he said hoarsely, his voice barely audible.Carter gave a curt nod, signaling his men to stand down. “Smart choice,” he said, stepping forward to retrieve the gun. “Let’s go. Alexander’s waiting.”Marcus was led out of the tunnel, his thoughts a tangled mess of fe

Sarah twirled the black card between her fingers as she slid out of bed, the plush carpet warm beneath her feet.The glint of the card caught the morning sunlight streaming in through the windows, and she couldn’t help but smile.Her mind raced with possibilities, a sudden surge of excitement bubbling to the surface.“Thousands of ways to enjoy the day, huh?” she murmured to herself, heading toward the closet.Sliding open the doors, Sarah stared at her wardrobe, filled with designer clothes and shoes that could rival a boutique. But today, she wanted something different, something new.Maybe she’d stroll through the high end boutiques downtown, find something completely out of the ordinary.Or perhaps she’d visit the luxury spa she’d been meaning to try, complete with hot stone massages and cucumber infused water.She flipped the card again in her hand, her grin widening. “I could buy an art piece, a rare one, or maybe surprise Alexander with something extravagant. He did say the wor

Sarah’s world shifted irreversibly when the truth emerged, she was not a Miller by blood but the biological daughter of Eleanor and Richard Caldwell, one of the wealthiest families in the region.Overnight, she went from the quiet comfort of life with the Millers to the suffocating expectations of high society.Eleanor made it clear that her new role as a Caldwell required grace, elegance, and obedience.For Sarah, stepping away from racing felt like giving up a piece of her soul. Under the alias “Sparrow,” she had found freedom and purpose in the underground world, where skill and daring defined her success. But with the Caldwells’ influence bearing down, she was forced to bury that part of herself.The Millers, devastated but understanding, promised to keep her secret. Their support gave Sarah some solace, but the loss of her connection to them and the racetrack weighed heavily on her.Though Sarah had to abandon Sparrow, she refused to let go of her creativity and ambition, Mountai

Sarah’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as her thoughts spiraled.Her encounter with Seb had brought back memories she had locked away, memories of the life she lived before Alexander, before the Caldwells, before everything had changed.It was as if the sound of his voice had reignited a part of her she’d been desperately trying to forget.The McLaren roared through the city streets, its powerful engine echoing off the walls of skyscrapers.She was moving fast, too fast, zipping through intersections and leaving streaks of blue in her wake.Red lights flashed above her, but her mind was elsewhere, completely detached from the rules of the road.She hadn’t even realized she was running red lights until a jarring honk snapped her back to reality.Sarah glanced up just in time to see a taxi screeching to a halt inches from the McLaren’s rear bumper.Her heart raced, but she kept going, her thoughts louder than the warning blares of city traffic.The McLaren’s high tech dash flashed

Darius tapped his fingers lightly against the leather steering wheel, his gaze momentarily drifting to the horizon before returning to the phone in his hand.The familiar voice on the other end of the line grounded him, carrying both the calm confidence and the gravity of their shared mission.“You’re sure about this approach?” Darius asked, his tone steady yet probing, a hint of concern underlying his words.“Gerald’s empire is a house of cards,” Alexander replied without hesitation. “All we need is Marcus to show us where the foundation lies. Once we hit that weak point, the whole thing will come crashing down. I need to be back in my position before that happens.”A heavy pause followed, one that seemed to speak volumes between them. It was the kind of silence born from years of working together, where words often felt unnecessary.“I trust your instincts, Blake,” Darius said finally, his voice carrying the weight of his faith in Alexander’s judgment. “Just make sure you watch your