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The Mute Bride's Secret Billionaire Contract

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 781 | Released on: 31/01/2026

hut behind Arnulfo, the sound of the s

ne m

e a grey dress lay folded. It was modest, high-necked, the color of wet pavement. She

. It was her only link

d the cold brass handle. She held her breath

icked

surged in her chest. She

walls was disturbing-abstract faces twisted in silent screams, painte

tairs were. She turned a sharp corner

alling onto the runner

black housekeeper's uniform. Her hair was pulled back so tight

her lip curling in a sneer. "Th

woman. Higgins reached out, her fingers like talons,

ng. You are not pe

he couldn't scream. She opened her mouth and, in a fit

n was immediate. She swung her hand, a hea

cheek but caught her shoulder, send

oug

but it carried the we

edroom. He was wearing a white bathrobe, open at the chest

owed her head, her voice dripping with fal

mpletely. He walked toward Erline,

oked bored. He pulled a sma

h," h

n on the screen. It was

nium shutters began to descend over the floor-to-ceiling windows. Clang. Clang. Clang. The s

lsed above the

locked. It had been sealed.

the shutters, h

ng her into the wall. He smel

e no exit

ny, taken from a distance. A woman in a hospital gown sat on

"She liked to run, too. Now she resides in a f

ff and slipped the pho

refer not to send you to Switze

was a threat of erasure. He could make her disappear, an

," Arnulfo said. "Don'

stairs with a mock-polite sweep of her

ept her head down, sliding past Arnulfo.

m, he reached ou

her grey dress, smoothin

e murmured. "Insign

airs two at a time, fleeing

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“I woke up with a throbbing pressure behind my eyes and the taste of metallic champagne in my throat. Instead of my cramped apartment, I was draped in expensive silk under a ceiling the color of a storm cloud. A pear-shaped black diamond sat heavy on my finger, and a document on the nightstand confirmed my worst fear. I was married to Arnulfo Bond, the shipping magnate whose previous eight fiancées had all vanished or died in "accidents." My sister, Verity, had drugged me at the Met Gala and sold me to cover our father's fifty-million-dollar debt. "You do this, or I pull the plug on Aunt Meredith," she warned me over a burner phone. Arnulfo didn't look at me with lust; he looked at me like an auditor checking a spreadsheet for defects. He sealed the estate with titanium shutters, turning the mansion into a high-tech fortress. When a doctor saw the whip scars and cigarette burns on my back-reminders of the childhood abuse Verity never faced-Arnulfo realized I wasn't the pampered socialite he'd bought. I was a line item, a transaction, a mute girl trapped between a husband who treated me like property and a family that wanted me dead. I didn't understand how my own sister could be so heartless, or why Arnulfo was suddenly looking at my broken skin with a terrifying, possessive interest. But they all made a fatal mistake. They thought I was just a helpless victim. They didn't know I was "The Ghost," a forensic accountant for the SEC who lived on the dark web. As Arnulfo walked away, I opened a hidden terminal on my phone. I wasn't running anymore; I was infiltrating. I was going to find every cent of his blood money and use it to buy my freedom.”