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The Mute Bride's Secret Billionaire Contract

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 638    |    Released on: 31/01/2026

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dressed in a charcoal suit now, crisp and i

He was reading a newspaper, a cup o

" he

osite end of the table, five meters away. T

heavy, pure sterling silver. It

rt, round man in a chef's uniform bustled out pus

ed nervously. He placed

iver, seared, sitting in a pool of dark re

nd metallic. Her stomach, already churning fr

ate. She saw the pin

t pick up

lowered the newspaper. The rustle of

ked. His voice carried effo

rk, her hand trembling. She tried to cut a piece, bu

the newspaper

," he said. "And I do

chef. Pierre was wringin

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ond, it is the finest grade,

. He didn't raise his v

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please. My mortgage... my d

guards materialized from the shadows of th

they dragged him backw

She reached out a hand, her mouth opening to protest. She co

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ne f

"the trust that pays for your Aunt Meredith's care will find

Collective punishment. It

looked at the foie gras. She thought of Au

and fork. She cut a larg

oating her tongue in warm grease. She chewed onc

n resting on his hand. He lo

e: Your actions have costs.

and buttoned

ll be back this evening to i

ut without

from her chair. She ran to the nearest decorative

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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.”