The Disabled CEO's Swapped Bride
When they rounded the last hedge, Sarah blinked in surprise.
Parked near the private garage was a sleek, silver-and-onyx sports car, its surface glistening under the moonlight like liquid metal. But this was no ordinary car, it was custom, from the rose gold emblem etched on the hood to the soft blush interior visible through the glass.
The seat stitching bore the initials "S.B.", her full name engraved with quiet pride.
The car was low, fast, and feminine, yet lethal in its design.
“What…?” she breathed, eyes wide as she stepped toward it.