Semua Bab The Disabled CEO's Swapped Bride: Bab 241 - Bab 250

Private line. Emergency signal.His body froze. For a split second, the hallway fell silent.He answered. “Carter?”But it wasn’t Carter.It was one of the men posted near the estate gates.“Sir… we have a situation. Carter’s dead. The car was attacked again just before reaching the estate. They took Mrs. Blake.”The world seemed to tilt beneath him.“What?”“They took her, sir. Masked men. Black SUV. By the time we got there, they were already gone. It happened within minutes.”Alexander’s fist clenched so tightly the phone cracked beneath his grip.The lights above seemed to buzz louder. The hallway blurred. And then everything snapped back into razor sharp focus.“She was almost home,” he whispered, his voice dangerously calm. “She was almost f*cking home.”Without another word, he stormed out of the hospital, barking commands into his comms, rage and fear coiling inside him like a tidal wave about to break.This time, they had crossed the line.And Alexander Blake was going to raz

The room was too quiet.Not the comforting kind of quiet that Sarah once associated with dawns at the Blake residence, where the world was still waking and the breeze fluttered through silk curtains. No, this was the kind of silence that pressed against your ears, thick and suffocating, like it was listening. Like someone was always there, just beyond the wall, waiting for her to scream.But she didn’t scream.Not once.She had been here, wherever here was, for what felt like days. Maybe hours. Maybe an eternity.Her watch had been taken, her phone gone, and even the window in the far corner was sealed with heavy drapes and nailed wood.She tried to keep track of time based on the meals left at the door, but even that had stopped at some point. Or maybe she just hadn’t touched the last one and they figured she wasn’t hungry.Sarah sat in the far corner of the room, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. The luxurious chair she'd been given stood unused in the middle of the space,

Gerald folded his hands behind his back.“Make sure the voice system loops her audio,” he added coolly. “Let him hear her calling for help from a different direction. He’ll chase the sound and never see the real danger coming.”The lieutenant hesitated. “And if he survives the first wave?”Gerald smirked, turning his head slightly, like a man amused by a child’s question. “Then we bleed him out slowly.”There was a quiet pause before the man dared to speak again. “You really think he’ll come alone?”“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Gerald said softly. “You think a man like Alexander would risk Sarah’s life to bring backup? No. He’ll come exactly as I told him to, alone, desperate, angry. That’s what makes him human. That’s what makes him weak.”He tapped the glass once, firmly.“And when he dies here tonight, the last thing he’ll see… is that I’ve already taken everything.”A slow breath escaped him, almost content.“I want his blood staining the ground where his family once built their empi

The chopper blades thundered above like angry gods, but Sarah didn’t hear them. Not truly.Her body sat slumped against the reinforced interior of the aircraft, swaying slightly with each shift of turbulence.Her wrists were no longer bound, there was no need. She wasn't trying to run. She wasn’t trying to fight.She’d surrendered.Not to Gerald. Not to Victoria. But to something deeper. To a grief that twisted her spirit into ribbons.He’s dead.The words rang like bells in her mind, clear and constant, each repetition carving a fresh wound.She couldn’t even remember how many times she had whispered it to herself.She didn’t know where the reality ended and her thoughts began.The line blurred long ago.Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the seat as she turned her head toward the tinted window, barely making out the stretch of clouds outside.Somewhere below, the world kept turning, people shopped, couples kissed, children laughed. But in her world, it had all gone dark.

Alexander hadn’t slept.He couldn’t.His mind was a storm of fury, grief, and determination, all tightly leashed beneath the sharp cut of his suit and the red ring around his eyes that hadn’t dulled since Sarah was taken.The private jet cut across the clouds like a missile, Darius seated across from him, tablet in hand, phone to his ear, speaking in rapid fire to his tech team.“She’s still alive,” Alexander muttered under his breath. Not to Darius. Not even to himself. To the universe. As if daring it to prove him wrong. “She has to be.”Darius finally looked up. “We caught a break. One of Gerald’s men paid a contact to move a chopper from that warehouse. The payment route was unusual, and we traced it to a shell company under a different alias… all leading to one place.”He tapped on the screen and turned it to Alexander.An isolated property on the southern coast. Hills. Forest. A private airstrip nearby. No neighbors for miles.Gerald’s new hideout.“You think he’s keeping her th