All Chapters of The CEO Couldn't Walk So I Made Him Fall For Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

They say the quietest rooms hide the loudest secrets.The boardroom was a tomb of glass and steel, the air so still it felt like the world itself was holding its breath. Twenty executives sat frozen in their chairs. One billionaire occupied the head of the table like a throne of ice. And me—Arabella Carter—standing at the edge of it all, pulse hammering against my ribs as if it already knew what was coming.“Miss Carter. The report.”Damian Harrison’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. Low. Unforgiving. The kind of voice that had built an empire and buried every soft thing left inside him.I stepped forward. Placed the folder on the cold glass table. Did not look at his legs. I never did. Not in three years of watching him, of memorizing the way his shoulders tensed when the room went quiet, of loving a man who had long since stopped believing anyone could.“Thank you,” he said. He didn’t mean it. He never did.Damian Harrison. Thirty-two. CEO of Harrison Group. Worth four bi

The red dress felt like armor. And a lie.I stood in front of the mirror in the car, staring at the woman looking back at me. Diamonds at my neck. Silk on my skin. Damian Harrison’s wife.Fake wife, I reminded myself.The charity gala was at the Harrison Tower. Crystal chandeliers. Million-dollar paintings. People who had never worried about hospital bills in their lives.I pushed Damian's wheelchair through the entrance. My hands were shaking on the handles. Not from weight but from fear.The second we crossed the doors, every head turned."Mr. Harrison," people said. "Congratulations on the marriage."Damian nodded. Once. His face was carved from stone.“Smile,” he murmured to me, low enough for only me to hear, “You’re Mrs. Harrison tonight.”So I smiled. God, I smiled until my cheeks hurt.I laughed at jokes I didn’t hear. I shook hands with women wearing more money on their fingers than I made in a year.I let cameras flash in my face.Like the perfect wife. Like I was in a happy

The Harrison mansion looked like a castle.White marble. Gates taller than my apartment building. Guards.And waiting at the top of the steps, leaning on a cane, was him.Elias Harrison.Damian’s grandfather. The devil who built an empire.“Let’s go,” Damian said from the backseat. His voice gave nothing away.The chauffeur opened my door. And I got out wearing the red dress again. And the ring.The massive diamond on my right hand caught the morning sun and blinded everyone.I’d put it on in the car. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped it.Damian rolled out in his wheelchair. His eyes went straight to my hand.He didn’t look away.He stared. Long. Hard. At the ring on my finger. Like he was memorizing it. Like he was seeing me as his wife for the first time.My throat went dry.“Good morning, Grandfather,” Damian said, his voice flat.Elias Harrison’s eyes narrowed. Then they moved to me. To the ring. To my hand, it was trembling.“So,” the old man said. His voice was grave

The door opened.Elias stood there in a robe. And behind him, a photographer. With a camera.“I just wanted to get a photo,” Elias said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “For the family album. My new granddaughter and grandson. In bed. Together.”Damian went rigid beside me.“Get out,” he said. His voice was ice. Final.“Damian,” Elias sighed. Like he was talking to a child. “Don’t be difficult. It’s just one photo. For me.”The photographer lifted the camera. The lens pointed right at us.My heart was hammering. I could feel Damian’s tension. His anger.I didn’t think. I just moved.I shifted closer to Damian. And I laid my head on his chest.His heart was pounding. Hard. Against my cheek. Like a caged animal.For a second he froze.Then, slowly, hesitantly... his arm came around me.He pulled me closer. And buried his face in my hair.His breath was warm on my scalp.“Like this?” I whispered, my voice shaking. Only he could hear me.He didn’t answer. He just held me tighter.

ARABELLATwo weeks passed since my kidnapping.And we're in Switzerland now after his surgery.I don't know what made him change his mind.The way his eyes lit up when he saw me after he woke up.Different emotions crossed his face.Relief. And something I couldn't quite describe.I wish I could just ease his pain.I want to know what weighs on his mind.I wish I could fight his demon together with him, but he's not ready.I can't tell him about my feelings.Not like that.Not yet.The only important thing now is his surgery, so he can be on his own when I'm not there.Be reasonable Arabella, you're not the real wife, you'll just be there for one year only and then you'll disappear.We're not from the same world and Damian Harrison is out of my league.Then he pulls me out of my thoughts."Arabella... Can you please help me take my shirt off?"I almost choke.He's sitting on the edge of the hotel bed in Zurich. Two days after surgery.His white dress shirt is stuck to his back with sw