The Mute Bride Is The Secret Mastermind

Chapter 2 : No.

Word Count: 894 | Released on: 02/02/2026

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city that was currently eating him alive. The ankle monitor blinked green. Bee

hey fluttered to the floor-useless legal briefs, threats from the

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fingers. It had become a nervous tic. "Keep lo

ry release for the Schmidt Gala. The motion was approved. You have a six-hour window,

. How generous. And the Schmidt g

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a dust cloth, blending into the scenery like she was part of the furniture. She heard every word.

Magda's eyes softened with pity. She handed Elza a print

paper. Serenity Hills Sa

re a shapeless gray sweater that swallowed her figure. She kept her head down,

d into the

n Wall Street, was pacing frantically. The walls were covered

stem collapses at t-minus-zero!" Julian scream

e door, terrified. Julia

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. "Get out! I don't need char

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up at her with reverence. "Who are

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ing down the hall. She hunched her shoulders, shrinking

ntered through the service entrance, removing her coat. She s

main hallway and nearly colli

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d sign language, and he didn't care to learn. He smelled the hosp

he muttered, stepping aroun

a that the financial model he was currently paying millions to fi

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The Mute Bride Is The Secret Mastermind

Jin Yi Modern

“I was the titan of Wall Street until an indictment and an ankle monitor turned my penthouse into a gilded cage. To save face, I was forced into a marriage with Elza, a "mute" girl from the Schmidt family whom I treated as nothing more than a silent piece of furniture while my empire crumbled. The night I was poisoned at a high-society gala, a mysterious server in an oversized uniform saved my life with terrifying, clinical precision. They disappeared into the night, leaving me with a silver cufflink and a burning obsession to find the shadow who held my life in their hands. Back home, I took my frustration out on Elza, telling her she was "exhausting to look at" and "smelled like sickness" after her charity visits. Her own family treated her like a stray dog, trying to humiliate her at the next gala by dressing her in what they claimed was a cheap knockoff while whispering to the press that she was nothing but a high-end escort. "Stay out of my way," I would growl at her, never noticing the steel in her eyes. I sat at my table, watching my rivals' stocks plummet and wondering who "The Zero"-the legendary financial ghost-really was. I never suspected that the woman I ignored was the same one solving the equations that were currently burning Manhattan to the ground. The injustice peaked when Elza stood before the city's elite, not as a victim, but as a queen. She dropped over a hundred million dollars to buy back her family's legacy, revealing a secret fortune that made my own empire look like pocket change. As I grabbed her wrist and saw the small red mole hidden beneath her watch, the truth hit me like a physical blow. The silent wife I had despised was the savior I had been hunting, and she was finally done playing the victim. "We have a lot to talk about, wife," I whispered, realizing I had been sleeping next to the most dangerous woman in the world.”