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MARRIED TO THE MUTE BARTENDER

Chapter 4 Savio's pov

Word Count: 1360    |    Released on: 21/04/2025

erving a couple of men with a blank look which was rare for a female ba

e of the VIP seats, watching and admiring her. With every movement she made, my head

n but her station was not too close to the VIP a

She'll look good in your bed." Danny sneaked

you know me too well." We both lau

oblem though." He ye

asked with my ey

e. They call her the mute

t in that exact moment, her eyes crossed ov

and unimpressed and that

er!" I thought to myself

as the men at the counter spoke so about

ng contest and with a fierce and pi

in." Someone from

e'd pull it off. Vesper Martini was one of the hardest cocktails to mak

pointed a glass of Vesper Martini to

she do

dly at her success an

on another cocktail when someone from the crowd yelled, "My money is on the mute bar

ee the glint of competition in her eyes.

back and soon, the entire clubhouse surrounded us wi

swaddled in satin. It was such an unheard-of cocktail that the majority of

My mouth twitched w

en, Sh

g assurance. The kind that suggested she'd handled opponents like me a th

er fal

ng. The audience leaned forward, held their breath,

uldn'

it

as nothing. Like she hadn't just u

e everything.

cheers explod

a fluke!" so

r, man. Just g

ed like a pack of hyenas, closing in. My cheeks burned, not from embarra

Savio," he whispered, his words sharp enough

ed me like a pu

almost

nd slanted lips playing host to a small, ominous smile.

seeing

e that.Not before Tasha, instead I w

. The admiration I'd once had fo

one goal: bury

t shaking, but my fists were clenched at my waist. "She gets

l silent, sen

That snide smirk again.

o stop." Da

ked straight into her eyes and

suprise cross

ime and she looked un

shaker with a

ingers roamed over each bottle as if sh

was cautio

just another evening for her? a ro

the cocktail came into existence. My pride was

ished with a wedge of pineapple and twist

lancing away, she slid it across

ended h

again, as if the air

t the drin

have to taste it, I

open. Waiting, conf

crowd celebrated. I looked back and fou

ol of yourself, Savio."

rudgingly handed it over to her. She took it witho

alk." I snarled at her before storming out of the

threw a punch in the air

look like a fool in front of the cr

thers have tried and lost just like you did, there's no need

kept appearing in my head and

have that bitch on my bed next week then I can fuck

ped down immediately, then I found Tasha

ke I'll fuck a blonde bitch tonight!"

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MARRIED TO THE MUTE BARTENDER
MARRIED TO THE MUTE BARTENDER
“Chloe Anderson nicknamed "The Mute Bartender" is a silent girl with steel in her spine, ice in her gaze, and a resolve to save her sick brother and escape the life that has held her captive. What she doesn't know is that she was born into something much bigger, a legacy written in secrets, betrayal, and blood. Savio Revardez is careless, rich, and about to lose it all. When a chance meeting with Chloe turns into an obsession, he makes her an offer she can't resist; pretend to marry him, and he'll fund her future. She takes it, thinking she can handle the heat. But she hadn't expected the fire. Their fake love is messy, magnetic, and maddening. But just as Chloe starts to see the man behind the mask, a woman who is her twin appears in the spotlight. Cleo, had the same face, a darker history, and a necklace that's the same as hers. As secrets are revealed and identities converge, Chloe and Savio are thrust into a complicated battle of power, trauma, and redemption. Just when it looks like things can't get more complicated, the girl he had sex with that night, Trisha appears with vengeance and a courtroom. The truth hits like a storm; he thought it was Chloe that night. It wasn't. Everything now hangs in the balance. Reputation. Freedom. Family. Love. Three women. One man. A broken past. And a future to be rewritten. He thought he could call the shots.But the real story? He had little or no control.”