The Disabled CEO's Swapped Bride
Sarah leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs as she tapped her manicured fingers against the desk.
Her gaze was steady, unimpressed, as Raven finished her report.
“She’s a complete wreck,” Raven concluded, placing her phone down after showing Sarah a few grainy, leaked photos of Cecilia stumbling out of a club, barely able to stand, her once pristine designer dress now nothing more than a wrinkled mess.
Sarah exhaled slowly, shaking her head. “And here I thought she’d at least put up a fight.”
Raven chuckled darkly. “She did, for about a week. Then she realized no one was going to save her.”