The Fake Mute's Spectacular Revenge Game

Chapter 6

Word Count: 661 | Released on: 30/04/2026

rced through the gap in the heavy blackout

feeling settling in her bones. She tried to move, but a heavy, muscula

Deforest's face resting inches from hers. His sharp jawline w

her brain. Her stomach churned with nausea. She bit

hick forearm. Holding her breath, she pus

a low, irritated groan, his h

e exhale. She watched his chest rise and

d slipped off the edge of the bed.

ng her torn sweater, her skirt, and her undergarments. She pulled them on

l-length mirror. Her skin paled. Dark, angry red

ir. Her fingers brushed empty air.

her knees, sweeping her hands under the

et slipped down to his waist, exposing the angry r

tire revenge plan would be destroyed. S

black sun hat from the floor, jammed it on

er eyes cold and calculating. Then, she slipped

wn the concrete stairs of the fire exit. Her lung

pen, stepping out into the damp,

te flash explo

her hands up to

e bodyguards flanked her, and three paparazzi wit

ed clothes and messy hair. A look of

off Danielle's head. She grabbed the coll

strobe lights, capturing the dark

ing with venom. "Grab this filthy whore. We are

ly opened his eyes. A vicious hea

cross the mattress. The s

looked around the empty room. The faint, s

ed to the pill

cotton was a delicate

over the smooth metal edges. His eyes darkened, a

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LARA MORRISON Romance

“Madeline slammed the prenuptial agreement onto the table, forcing Danielle to sign herself away as a "blood bag" bride. To secure her mother's safety, Danielle was sold to the ruthless, comatose billionaire Deforest Stuart. She kept her head down, perfectly playing the role of a terrified, broken mute. But on her wedding night, Deforest's sister set a vicious trap, dragging Danielle to a hotel to be ruined by a sleazy investor. Danielle was prepared to escape, but the hotel door was suddenly smashed open by a massive figure. It wasn't the investor. It was her comatose husband, Deforest, temporarily awakened by a violent, drug-induced rage. In the pitch-black room, he pinned her down, mistaking her scent for a ghost from his past, and violently claimed her. She fled before dawn, only to be blinded by camera flashes. His sister dragged her back to the Stuart manor, ripping her collar open under the chandelier to expose the dark hickeys on her neck. "Throw this shameless whore out into the street!" the matriarch ordered. Danielle's eyes grew cold. If they kicked her out now, her years of planning to tear this rotten family apart would be completely destroyed. No one believed that the monster who assaulted her was the very man lying perfectly still in the medical wing. Playing the frantic mute, Danielle dragged the family to his bedroom. Right as the guards reached for her, she launched herself onto the bed, crushing her weight directly onto Deforest's chest. A second later, the "comatose" tyrant's eyes snapped open with murderous rage, and her real game of revenge finally began.”