The Discarded Heiress And Her Fake Mute Husband

Chapter 5

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ement of the Upper East Side, the cool even

bag, her mind momentarily drifting back to the st

her contrasted sharply with her dark trench coat and worn canvas duffel bag, dr

scanning the street signs as she navigated to

rced the ambient hum of city traffic f

stopped instantly, her eyes narrowing as she

formed a tight circle outside an upscale Fre

e wall of people, her elbows subtly bu

l coat angrily tried to shove her b

ing a quick pressure point tap to his inner fore

and stepping aside in terrified confusion as

oke three-piece suit was convulsing violently, hi

th, and his rigid hands clutched desperately at his l

rding the tragedy for social media, but no one wa

eaming into her phone at a 911 dispatcher tha

avement, her usual lazy demeanor vanishing entirely,

flying directly to his carotid artery, feeling th

ernally, knowing that conventional chest compressi

the bottom of her cheap duffel bag, bypassing the b

ipping it open to reveal rows of impossibly thin, sil

ity aerospace alloys, designed specifically for dee

case, quickly swabbing the convulsing man's

varsity jacket pushed through to the front of the crowd

r at Deidre, his voice crack

hell do you thin

extracting the first three-inch silver

ent lunged forwa

e on a cardiac patient!

ir collective sentiment turning hostile as they as

the tension in the air thickening into an

locking onto the medical student with a gaze s

avement, the first silver needle poised precise

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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."”