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The Mute Bride's Secret Billionaire Contract

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 709    |    Released on: 31/01/2026

lowed Arnulfo's depa

ng room. She wasn't wearing her mask of servitud

oice grating, "as the mistress of the house, yo

wer. She turned and marche

owed. She knew this was a power play, but she

er with every step, smelling of damp earth and old cor

ched into the darkness. Hundreds o

o a wall of crates. "If one bottle is mis

She didn't argue. She stepped forward and bega

. She stood on the b

her than what you are," Higgins spat. "You're jus

bottle of 1982 Bordeaux. She

stepped down. She walked up behind Erline and

listeni

rashed into the wooden rack. A

catching the bottle by the neck j

t the rough, unfinished wood of the rack. A splinter tore through h

eached out and grabbed Erline's injured

gins whispered. "I ca

line's arm. Her

w exactly how to grab Higgins' thumb and snap it ba

r muscles, re

Step

d from the stairs abo

limp. She allowed herself to fall to the floor, curling in

the top of the stair

the floor, bleeding. Higgins standing over h

the cellar seemed t

jumping back. "She... s

moved slowly. The sound of his sh

re. He knelt beside Erline. He took her hand,

looked at the bottle she was s

o Higgins. His expressio

deaf, Mrs

trembling

" Arnulfo said softly. "

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her knees. "Pl

toward the stai

rds cam

is blacklisted from every agency in the state. If s

ged her up the stairs. Her na

at Erline. He didn

"Get upstairs. You're b

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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.”