The Discarded Heiress And Her Fake Mute Husband

Chapter 2

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room, Deidre stepped out of Suite 801, the heavy mahogany door clicking

rner phone, her expression remaining entirely bored

rated through the floorboards, but her highly

ss cut through the rhythmic music f

nt against the velvet carpet, and turned her

neon-purple lighting inside casting long, disto

ive young, intoxicated Wall Street elites su

stomized titanium wheelchair, his head slightly bow

f the Hopkins dynasty, stripped of his inheritance after a catastr

inton's senses were razor-sharp, his ears t

ottle of aged Macallan, sneered loudly wh

n Hopkins now. Can't even

shes casting shadows over his cold, deep gray eyes as

ly traced the custom lighter in his pocket, calculating exactly which

d, insulting hand gestures right in Clinton's fa

h his heightened senses registered the elevated he

nfold, a faint frown creasing her forehead a

e of the disabled man, his broad shoulde

tle, intentionally pouring the amber liquid directly

tening imperceptibly as the cold liq

ight finally illuminating his strikin

hitched slight

ic beauty, with high cheekbones, a sharp nose, a

rwhelming visual aesthetics, and this man's helpless

his reddened face inche

ded piece of trash, Hopkins.

r, his peripheral vision catching the briefest gl

softened his sharp gaze, deliberately projecting an au

s face, a calculated micro-expression of fear crossi

render and raised his heavy hand to deliver a humiliating s

tactical knife hidden beneath her trench coat, her protective

n, Clinton let out a ragged, silent breath, closin

uiet resignation shattered Deidre'

essing firmly against the heavy mahogany d

scles coiled like a striking viper beneath his tailored jack

e air whistling past his palm as he ai

dangerous slits, her decis

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The Discarded Heiress And Her Fake Mute Husband

Noah Reed Modern

“After spending eighteen years in the rugged Appalachian mountains, I was finally brought back to my wealthy biological family in Manhattan. But there was no warm welcome waiting for me. My biological mother looked at me with pure disgust, calling me a vulgar stray, while she fiercely protected the fake daughter who had stolen my life. The fake daughter had a massive problem. She was bound by a legally binding marriage covenant to the Hopkins family heir-a man who was reportedly a deaf, mute, and violent invalid after a yacht explosion. Terrified of marrying a ruined man, she cried and manipulated our mother into a cruel scheme. "If Deidre takes my place, the family trust is saved. Isn't that the perfect outcome?" Without a second thought, my mother agreed to amend the contract, throwing me to the wolves to protect her precious fake child. They thought I was just a clueless country girl they could use as a sacrificial pawn, destined to rot away cleaning up after a crippled outcast. They thought they had buried me alive. But what they didn't know was that I had already met this "helpless mute" in a back alley-and he was actually a ruthless underground boss pulling the strings of the city's elite. And I certainly wasn't just a helpless girl from the mud, either. Looking at the drafted marriage transfer contract on my phone, a cold smile spread across my face. "Marry the little mute? This game just got interesting."”