Suddenly Became CEO's Wife Paralyzed의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

 "Stay calm, sweetheart. Wait inside the car for now, all right," I said, fighting to keep the panic from bleeding into my own voice. A furious blaze scorched through my chest — every instinct screamed at me to throw open the door, draw my weapon, and hunt down whoever had dared to shatter our peace.But Emelia shook her head in quick, desperate denial. Her beautiful eyes had already welled with tears she was barely holding at bay. I could feel every inch of her trembling violently within my arms, a terror so profound it radiated from the very depths of her gaze."Hey… look at me. Your husband is right here, darling. Nothing is going to happen to you. I swear it," I said again, cradling her face in my palms and pressing my lips to her brow over and over, pouring into her the calm I could not summon for myself."I'm scared, Samuel… Please, let's get out of here, please…" she whimpered, her voice raw and trembling.CR

After hours that felt like slow torture, the silence of the night was suddenly shattered. The faint but piercing wail of a newborn's cry pierced through the solid doors of the operating room.Waaah... waaah...In an instant, my heart thundered violently, racing so hard that my chest grew tight. Every drop of blood in my veins seemed to freeze for one whole second. Was that Gabriel's cry? Had my little prince truly been born into this world?My eyes suddenly welled with tears. Relief, disbelief, and overwhelming emotion tangled together in my mind. I stood frozen where I was, hardly able to believe that in this very instant, my status had officially changed—I was a father.“Papa... that’s... that’s my child’s voice, isn’t it?” I asked, my voice hoarse and trembling violently, turning toward Papa Arturo, who had faithfully stayed beside me in the corridor since he’d arrived a while ago.Papa Arturo brok

 I woke this morning with a happiness so overwhelming it seemed to spill straight out of my chest. The drowsiness that usually clung to my eyes vanished in an instant, chased away by a throb of joy swelling beneath my ribs. The day I had waited for had finally come. I could hardly bear to wait a moment longer to bring Gabriel home, so that my little prince could finally join the rest of us at the mansion.And as it turned out, I wasn't the only one drowning in excitement. Both fathers were just as restless, just as eager to come along and welcome their grandson home.“You're awfully excited, Dad,” I said, smiling wide as I looked at Papa Lucas.“Of course I'm excited, Emelia! I can't wait to hold my first grandchild and bring him home,” Papa Lucas answered, his eyes blazing with delight.“My grandson! Don't you forget he's mine too, Lucas!” Papa Arturo shot back suddenly from the sofa, refusing to be outdon

The roar of the engine beneath me tore through the black SUV with a speed that bordered on madness. The speedometer needle kept climbing to the right, slicing past every safe limit on asphalt still slick with the last of the rain. Behind me, eight tactical vehicles carrying an elite unit of my men cut through the night in a tight, unbroken formation.My hands strangled the steering wheel, veins rising along my forearms in furious red lines. My mind refused to settle. Every wasted second was its own private torment. Emelia's pale, sobbing face kept looping through my thoughts, tangled with the image of Gabriel's small body — somewhere out there, at the mercy of those bastards from the White Tiger Group."Hold on, Gabriel. Papa is coming," I rasped, my eyes fixed on the harbor lights bleeding into view ahead.The western harbor was a dead zone — an old dock abandoned for years, kept alive only by the black-market smugglers who used it to slip illegal c

I walked slowly down the dimly lit corridor of the mansion, intending to head straight to the master bedroom and lay the last of my exhaustion down beside Emelia. But my steps came to a sudden halt when Papa Lucas's imposing figure stepped out from behind a pillar and blocked my path.“There's something extremely important I need to discuss with you, Samuel,” Papa Lucas said, his voice pitched low but taut with unmistakable tension. The sharp glint in his eyes made it clear this was no ordinary conversation.I nodded without argument. Turning back the way I'd come, I led Papa Lucas into the private study I'd left only minutes before. I gestured for him to sit on the sofa and waited patiently, already certain that whatever he had to say tonight was going to matter.Thump.“What is this, Papa?” I asked the moment Papa Lucas dropped a thick, dark brown document folder onto the table in front of me.“It's Jon Mateo,”