The Mute Bride's Secret Billionaire Contract

Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 708 | Released on: 31/01/2026

guest bathroom on the first floor and threw herse

cold tile floor. She hugged her knees t

nestled amongst a few changes of clothes, was the small, beaded clutch she had carried the night before. She fumbled with the clasp and dumped the contents onto th

Arnulfo had given he

er button. The scre

ediately. Incom

flooded her veins. She swiped to answer, pressi

" Verity's voice purred. "Did

lip so hard she

tinued, her voice hardening. "And don't

he returns you like a

er. A high-pitched, rhythmic b

ideo," Verit

phone away and tap

eredith lay in the bed, looking small and frail. Tubes ran from

lish-came into the frame. It hovered

day," Verity said. "If you aren't Mrs. Bond, who pay

. She stared into the camera and m

part. Be the mute little doll. As soon as the Bond transfer hi

een wen

silent scream tearing at her throat. She slammed her fist into

ut she hated her ow

minutes, breathing th

he fear receded, replaced

opened a hidden partition in the operating system. Her fing

into a black termi

: THE

S GRA

the forensic accountant the SEC hired when they c

ghost protocol she'd embedded in Bond Industries' network s

ORMANT. U

nough. She needed leverage. She needed a weapon. And in t

She would find the illegal accounts, the bribes, t

d the bathroom door

shoved the phone back into th

face was pale, her eyes red. She splashed co

back on. The sc

pped out. She wasn't running

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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.”