Chapter 4 - The Secret BooksOver the next three months, the east wing transformed from a dark prison into a sanctuary of learning and hope.

Every night, after my chores were finished, I would sneak up to Ethan’s room with my worn notebooks. Ethan became my tutor, breaking down advanced physics, chemistry, and calculus concepts for me, while I helped him perform daily passive range-of-motion physical therapy exercises that his family’s neglectful doctors had abandoned.

Through these late-night sessions, a deep, beautiful bond began to form between us.

I learned that Ethan’s accident hadn't been a simple mistake on an icy road. He had been driving home after discovering that his uncle, Richard Whitmore, was secretly embezzling tens of millions of dollars from the family’s global logistics trust. The distraction and grief had caused him to lose control of his car.

Worst of all, after the accident left him paralyzed, his uncle Richard and his mother Victoria had convinced the public that Ethan was mentally unstable, effectively stripping him of his voting rights on the corporate board and locking him away in the mansion.

“They don't want me to recover, Claire,” Ethan revealed one evening, his hand gently resting over mine as I stretched his calf muscles. “If I step back into that boardroom, their gravy train ends.”

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I looked up into his deep brown eyes, feeling the warm spark of a love that went far beyond circumstance.

“Then we won't just get you back into that boardroom, Ethan,” I swore softly, squeezing his hand tightly. “We’re going to make sure you walk back in.”