All Chapters of The Disabled CEO's Swapped Bride: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Sarah looked at the car again, her chest tightening, not with stress, but something warmer. Deeper.“And,” Alexander added, tilting his head, “that’s just the first part.”She turned back to him again, eyes narrowing playfully. “There’s more?”He stepped a little closer, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear before reaching into his jacket and pulling out a black envelope. The gold foil seal shimmered under the light.He placed it in her hand with a look so full of pride and affection, Sarah momentarily forgot to breathe.She broke the seal and unfolded the paper inside.It took her a moment to process what she was reading. Then her breath hitched.“A… building?”Alexander nodded. “Not just any building. A ten story skyscraper in the heart of the city center. Prime location. It’s officially under your name now, both legally and publicly. The deed is in there.”Her fingers trembled slightly as she read over the paperwork again, her voice barely above a whisper. “You got me a

Social media was on fire:@luxuryinsider: “Sarah Blake built a fashion empire in silence and shook the world in one night. Respect. #MountainRoseQueen”@VOGUENow: “Last night’s fashion show wasn’t just a runway event. It was a coronation. Sarah Blake didn’t just step into the spotlight, she owned it. #SarahBlake #PowerCouple”@fashiontalesmag: “From whispers to headlines, Sarah Blake proves she’s not just the wife of a billionaire. She’s the mind behind the magic.”@gossiphour: “Cecilia and Victoria WHO? Sarah Blake just gave elite society their biggest wake up call yet. We stan!”Even critics had to admit it: the woman who was once called the “quiet Blake wife” had stunned them all. Her designs, her execution, and her ability to dominate the narrative made her a sensation overnight.Back at the Blake mansion, the breakfast room was unusually quiet, except for the soft rustle of newspapers and the occasional vibration of phones lighting up with alerts.Alexander sat at the table in a

The first time he met her, she had been bleeding and scared, caught in the web of Gerald’s cruel intentions.She hadn’t even cried. She had just looked at him with those storm lit eyes, unflinching, unreadable, and whispered, “I’m not dying today.”He had underestimated her then.Even now, he wasn’t sure why he had stepped in. It wasn’t like him to involve himself unless it served a purpose. But something about Sarah had made him move.Something about her screamed of survival and secrets. And when he had discovered, much later, that she was Alexander’s wife, the irony hadn’t been lost on him.She was exactly the kind of woman he could never have.And yet.Now, after all this time, seeing her again, this time not as a victim, but as a queen in her own right, it stirred something in him he didn’t like.Something dangerous.She belonged to Alexander.He had no business even thinking about her.And yet, his eyes had betrayed him before he could stop them.The softness in her gaze as she l

The man offered no name. Instead, he slipped a sleek black card into her hand.There was no writing on it. No number. Just an embossed serpent coiled around a rose.Victoria's eyes narrowed. That symbol. It stirred something at the back of her mind, something she’d seen once in a document in her father’s office. Something that whispered trouble.“You have three minutes to decide,” the man said smoothly. “The invitation won’t be extended again.”He began to turn away, already moving through the crowd as if certain she would follow.And Victoria?She hesitated, for just a second.Then she clutched the card tighter, heart pounding with something she hadn’t felt in days: possibility.If this was what she suspected, if the man behind this wanted a word, it meant Sarah wasn’t as untouchable as everyone thought. And maybe… just maybe, there was still a play left on the board.Straightening her spine, Victoria pushed past the crowd and followed him into the dark.The night air was sharp and c

As the sleek black car rolled through the gates, their fingers interlaced between them in the backseat, Alexander’s expression shifted slightly. He was no longer the teasing husband, he was now the CEO, but beside him sat not just his wife, but Sarah Miller, Blake, the revealed force behind one of the fastest rising luxury brands in the fashion world.The car pulled into the private entrance beneath the towering Blake Industries building, and as Sarah stepped out first, the hush that fell across the arriving staff was immediate.She held her head high, spine straight, each step radiating quiet dominance.Alexander followed behind her like a shadow, one that guarded, supported, and admired.Inside the lobby, whispers began to hum through the air like an undercurrent.“That’s her… she’s the one behind Mountain Rose?”“I thought she just married into the Blake family…”“She’s been running that brand the whole time?”Sarah heard them all, and not a single word fazed her. Instead, she smil