Semua Bab Married To The Disabled CEO : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The lavish estate of the Johnson family was unrecognizable, once a symbol of power and prestige, it now stood shrouded in gloom, much like its fallen heir. The grand chandelier, which once sparkled with warmth, now cast cold, muted shadows over the drawing room. Ethan Johnson sat alone by the window, the rain hammering against the glass a cruel echo of the storm within him. He stared blankly at the wheelchair that had become his prison, his once, strong legs now useless and numb. A year ago, Ethan had everything: wealth, power, and a future as the heir to the Johnson Group, one of the most influential companies in the country. Women flocked to him, their eyes alight with admiration or greed. Men envied his charisma, his sharp mind, and the way he effortlessly commanded a room. He had been untouchable. Until the accident. The brakes had failed. The car had spun out of control. And in one cruel twist of fate, the world he had built came crashing down. Ethan’s jaw tightened as he re

The cold, dimly lit room was thick with tension. He sat in his wheelchair, the man who had once been the heir to a vast empire. Now, he was nothing more than a shadow, bound to the very thing that had ruined him, the wheelchair. His once, commanding presence now felt dwarfed by the emptiness that surrounded him. He looked at her, his wife, the woman who had been thrust into his life by a contract neither of them had wanted. "Why are you still here?" His voice was sharp, full of venom and exhaustion. He had no desire to make small talk with her. She was a stranger, after all. A woman sold to him by her family as a mere transaction. She didn’t answer right away. Her fingers gently traced the contours of his legs, lingering on the muscles that had once been strong, now atrophied from disuse. He clenched his jaw, trying to ignore the pang of helplessness that flared up inside him at the touch. "What do you want from me, woman?" he snapped, his gaze narrowing. "I don’t need your pity. I

Ethan Johnson sat in his study, the air thick with tension. The fire crackled in the background, casting an orange glow on the walls, but the warmth did little to thaw the ice in his demeanor. His cousin, Caleb Walker, leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, observing Ethan with a mixture of curiosity and exasperation.“So, this is what it’s come to?” Caleb said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Married off to some stranger like a pawn on a chessboard? The mighty Ethan Johnson, reduced to this.”Ethan’s eyes flicked up, dark and unreadable. “If you came here to gloat, save your breath.”“Gloat?” Caleb pushed off the doorframe, stepping further into the room. “I’m not here to gloat. I’m here because I care. Or did you forget that we’re family?”Ethan let out a bitter laugh. “Family? The same family that shoved me into this farce of a marriage to save their precious reputation? Don’t insult my intelligence, Caleb.”Caleb sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “You think

The sun peeked through the tall windows of the Johnson mansion, casting long streaks of light on the polished floors. Emma paced in her room, her mind swirling with what she’d seen in Ethan’s study the night before. She had barely slept, the weight of the folder’s contents pressing heavily on her chest.Why was my father’s name on those documents?Her father had been out of her life for years, a ghost from her troubled past she had long tried to forget. Yet, seeing his name listed among suspicious transactions tied to Ethan’s company made her stomach churn with unease.She clenched her fists. She needed answers, but asking Ethan was out of the question. His icy demeanor and sharp accusations the night before had left no room for trust.Downstairs, Ethan sat at the breakfast table, staring blankly at the untouched plate of food before him. His mind replayed the scene in his study, Emma standing frozen, guilt written all over her face.He didn’t believe in coincidences. Emma’s sudden in

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of Ethan’s room, casting golden hues across the elegant yet minimalist space. Ethan sat on the edge of his bed, his brow furrowed as he stared at the calendar on his phone.His trusted aide, the one who assisted him with his morning routines, had called out sick, leaving Ethan in an unusual predicament. While most people could handle their mornings on their own, his leg disability complicated things—especially when it came to something as simple as taking a bath.Emma, unaware of his current dilemma, knocked lightly on his door before stepping in with a cheerful, “Good morning!”Ethan glanced up, his face instantly adopting his usual cold demeanor. “What do you want?”Emma ignored his tone, as she had grown accustomed to it by now. “I was coming to check on you. Breakfast is ready, but you didn’t come downstairs.” She paused, noting the subtle tension in his posture. “Is everything okay?”“It’s fine,” he replied curtly, shifting uncom