The Discarded Heiress And Her Fake Mute Husband

Chapter 8

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g a sickly sweet smile designed to make Deidre lo

mber eyes instantly reading the malicious intent b

out to touch her dusty jacket, Deidre t

ng empty air, her elegant posture faltering awkwa

own at her with

ust. Wouldn't want to ru

he quickly forced a tragic, wounded expression,

very maid and butler in the fo

ly worn out. We must take her shopping tomorrow and rep

lently agreeing that the true heiress looked like a penniless

vory fan as if trying to disp

lic looking like a charity case. It is

her sharp eyes instantly catching the uneven seam al

was smooth and

ast mine are honest cotton, unlike last-season k

lunged into absolu

ing tray, the metallic clatter echo

shade, her hands instinctively flying to

he looked critically at Karin's dress, recognizing the tell

flushing red with fury at the pu

sister that way! Where did y

d, adjusting her duff

rvation. I'm exhauste

o diffuse the explosive tension be

Let me show you up to yo

d, reaching out for Deidr

rry your luggag

y canvas strap with terrifying strength, her amber eyes fla

my own

leaving a furious Eleanor and a thoroughly hum

with ancestral oil portraits, stopping before

open, an apologetic look

ted this for you over the wee

an explosion of patronizing, neon pink decor, ov

-old, a blatant psychological insult engineered by Karin

of his neck, looking

ve professional decorators strip the

and dropped her heavy tactical duffel ba

a lock on the door.

ilt washing over him as he realized how deeply aliena

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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."”