All Chapters of The Disabled CEO's Swapped Bride: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Another pause.“I wanted to tell you,” Cecilia added, her voice more serious now, “be careful. Especially with your sister.”Sarah’s heart skipped a beat. “Victoria?”“Yes. I know you don’t trust her because you shouldn’t. But it’s more than just envy now. She’s spiraling, Sarah. She’s bitter. Desperate. She was trying to reach me last night. She didn’t take my silence well.”“She’ll come at you differently now,” Cecilia warned. “Before, it was childish rivalry. But now? Now, she’s humiliated. Exposed. And that makes her dangerous.”Sarah inhaled slowly.Her sister. Or rather, the woman who had been raised in her place. The irony of it all still lingered in her bones.The world had finally seen who she truly was, and now Victoria, once the golden child, was descending deeper into shadows.“Why are you telling me this?” Sarah asked.“Because I’m not her,” Cecilia replied quietly. “I may have hated you for a time. But not anymore. I wanted to win, yes, but I never wanted to destroy you.

Sarah had grown up with nothing. Raised in a modest town by James and Mary Miller, who had taught her values that weren’t measured by wealth or bloodlines. Then thrust into high society, into marriage with a man she’d barely known, only for him to become her fiercest protector and, over time, her partner in every sense.And now, the company her birth parents had once deemed too powerful to risk for her sake, was under her control.“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” she asked softly.Alexander smiled, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Because I didn’t do it for show, Sarah. I did it because no one gets to look down on you anymore. Not them. Not the board. Not anyone.”There was no pride in his tone, just simple, unwavering loyalty. The kind that made her chest feel tight with a quiet sort of awe.Sarah shook her head, a breathy laugh escaping her. “Sometimes I wonder who really won between the two of us in this marriage.”“You did,” he said without missing a bea

The moment stretched long and quiet.The SUV continued down the lane, tires humming softly against the smooth road, blending into the rhythm of the quiet afternoon traffic.The city skyline rose faintly in the distance, a glass and steel mirage beneath the pale blue sky. Everything looked normal now.Too normal.Sarah looked at Raven. “Should we call Alexander?”Raven shook her head just slightly. “Not yet. Not until I’m sure.”And yet, just as their guards were beginning to lower, just as the tension started to slip into the comfort of normalcy, they missed the pair of black motorcycles that had silently pulled out from a side alley, far behind them… keeping just enough distance to not be noticed yet.Because the real ambush hadn’t passed them by.It was only just getting started.The road stretched ahead like any other Sunday drive, quiet, calm, deceptively peaceful.Sarah leaned back into the leather seat, one hand playing with the bracelet Alexander had clasped around her wrist ju

Sarah grunted as she braced Raven’s weight over her shoulder, her own limbs trembling from the aftershock of the crash.The tunnel echoed with their hurried breaths, the muffled drag of Raven’s boot across the concrete, and the slow, methodical approach of their attackers.Every step felt borrowed.Raven’s arm was slung around her neck, blood soaking through the sleeve of her black jacket. Her leg was badly hurt, possibly fractured. She winced with every movement, but she didn’t make a sound.Her eyes remained sharp, locked on the vehicle even as her lips tightened in pain.They made it to the wrecked SUV, the air still hot and thick with smoke.Sarah helped Raven lean against the hood just as the older woman reached in through the twisted passenger window and pulled something from the glove compartment.Two black pistols.Lightweight. Sleek. Dangerous.Raven turned and pushed one into Sarah’s trembling hand.“Take it,” she said, urgency sharpening her voice. “And listen to me, Sarah.

Alexander turned on his heel, already pulling out his earpiece and barking sharp orders into it.Within seconds, two men fell into step beside him, weapons drawn, the weight of his rage radiating through the night like heat off asphalt.Inside the SUV, Sarah leaned her forehead against the cold window, watching as Alexander disappeared into the shadows once again, her protector, her warrior, her husband.The car sped off, headlights cutting through the city. And all Sarah could do was pray.Come back, both of you. Please.The cold was setting in.Raven’s breath came in ragged bursts, harsh and wet in her throat.The metallic scent of blood, her blood, overwhelmed everything else now, coating her tongue, staining her vision, clinging to her skin.She had lost count of how many bullets had pierced her body.Her left shoulder was blown open, her leg, fractured and useless, trembled under her weight. Every heartbeat was a thunderclap in her ears, every breath a war.But still, she stood.