The Discarded Heiress And Her Fake Mute Husband

rce, the reinforced brass hinges screaming as the wood sp

lounge, instantly freezing the bully's hand m

satisfaction behind wide, convincing shock as he looke

ack trench coat swirling around her boots, h

nitial fright, puffing out his ches

you? This is a pri

ed a small packet of mixed nuts from her pocket, poppi

tepped forward, cracking hi

u out of here by your hair. G

her voice dropping into a

rom the whee

er, completely underestimating the sli

pointing a thick finge

o protect the deaf-mute

illed with malicious amusement, fully expecting t

the armrests tightly, ready to snap their necks with his con

avy hand reaching out aggressively to

th terrifying,

r right hand snapping out like an ir

dislocated his shoulder joint, the sickening

vily to his knees as he clutched his dislodged

ir cruel laughter dying instantly in their th

ut Deidre swept her leg out in a low arc, tripping him and

across the floor in a l

r breathing perfectly even, not a single

ing her vanishing instantly, replaced by a surprisingly

s wide and entirely vulnerable, playing the

so her gaze was level wit

you h

ed on her features, silently projecting a pr

ank you" in basic American Sign Language, his lo

sture; she reached out, her warm fingers gently g

t you out

his back relaxing against the chair as he secretly inhaled the

remaining conscious elites scrambled backward across the

old, casting a cold backwar

r him again, I'll brea

aotic aftermath of the lounge fading behind the

, possessive smirk briefly flashing across his lips