The Mute Heiress: My Ruthless Husband's Prize

flowers. Elenor Becker tried to open her eyes, but her lids felt like they were weighted down with lead coins. H

ospital room burned, making her wince. Her vision swam, blurrin

hing she sa

was looking at the monitors, her gaze calculating, like a trader watching a ticker tape. She didn't reach for the call button. She didn't smooth Elenor's hair. Instead, she leaned in, her perfum

uld manage. She tried to speak, to ask what happened, but her throat felt like it was filled with broken

door to the VIP s

bought at a gas station on the way to a funeral. He wore a suit that fit him poorly around the shoul

ep faster. The sound filled the room, a frantic,

on Elenor's wrist. She squeezed hard

e dripping with false sympathy. "You

t, and Elenor felt a wave of nausea roll through her stomach. He place

smooth, practiced. "I've been here the wh

r agreed to marry him. She had spent the last year dodging his calls and his unwant

r hand with his thumb, a gesture that was meant

could hear the edge in his tone. "You hit your head hard. You've for

loudly, speaking to the room rather than to Elenor. "She'll need a

to use her silence, her injuries, to paint her as incom

vet box. He flipped it open. Inside sat a ring that looke

ft in her system. She couldn't speak, but sh

hit the linoleum floor with a sharp clatt

revealing a flash of pure, ugly rage. But he recovered

ulder this time, his grip tighter, his fingers

sheer, suffocating frustration of being voiceless. She ope

this time. It slammed against the wal

onized and efficient. They didn't look at the bed. They l

he wal

red to within an inch of its life, the fabric absorbing the light rather than reflecting it. He was t

ist. She knew who he was. Everyone in New York with

stood up. "Who the hell are

ther gloves, finger by finger, and tossed them backward

c countdown. He looked at Elenor. His eyes were dark, intelligent, and completely devoid of

e was a low baritone, smooth like ag

ulled out a folded document. He didn't

an's chest and flu

at the top was legible even from

Julian had dropped as if it were a piece of gum on the sidewa

said, his voice flat, bored. He t