The Womanizer's Mute Wife
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Chapter 11 The Girl in the Mirror img
Chapter 12 Devil in the Rearview img
Chapter 13 A Flower Named Lily img
Chapter 14 The Little Wife and the Chocolate Pact img
Chapter 15 Scary, But Different img
Chapter 16 Staring Too Long img
Chapter 17 A Good Morning Kiss img
Chapter 18 Paper and Rules img
Chapter 19 Not a Kid img
Chapter 20 In the Dark, He Watched Her img
Chapter 21 When the Lights Go Out img
Chapter 22 When Fear meets Fire img
Chapter 23 To the Hilt img
Chapter 24 First Mornings img
Chapter 25 Cold-Blooded Casanova img
Chapter 26 The Other Woman img
Chapter 27 Wife. Stranger. Obsession img
Chapter 28 The Tutor img
Chapter 29 Making Babies, Lying to Myself img
Chapter 30 Inside img
Chapter 31 Good Girl img
Chapter 32 The Claim A Date with My Queen img
Chapter 33 Dressed to Destroy img
Chapter 34 Wife in the Spotlight img
Chapter 35 No One Touches Her img
Chapter 36 Pleasure & Punishment img
Chapter 37 Panty Thief img
Chapter 38 You Can't Sit Still img
Chapter 39 Mother Knows worst img
Chapter 40 Tamed or Trapped img
Chapter 41 Lipstick and Lies img
Chapter 42 Red Stain img
Chapter 43 The Hitlist img
Chapter 44 No Child, Ever img
Chapter 45 The Devil's playground img
Chapter 46 Playing Dumb img
Chapter 47 Touch and Tether img
Chapter 48 Too Cute for Her Own Good img
Chapter 49 No Dark Rooms img
Chapter 50 Eyes on the Dancers img
Chapter 51 A Thorn Among Roses img
Chapter 52 The Golden Boy & The Mute Girl img
Chapter 53 A Date with My Queen img
Chapter 54 The Restaurant img
Chapter 55 Crossfire img
Chapter 56 Five Minutes Too Late img
Chapter 57 Blood for Blood img
Chapter 58 Used and Worshipped img
Chapter 59 The Little Mute Slut img
Chapter 60 What Is Virginity img
Chapter 61 Toxic img
Chapter 62 Don't Touch Her img
Chapter 63 The List img
Chapter 64 Tremble and Tenderness img
Chapter 65 The First No img
Chapter 66 Knight or Kieran img
Chapter 67 Her First Spark img
Chapter 68 Not Just Maids img
Chapter 69 Dragged img
Chapter 70 Pretty Little Puppet img
Chapter 71 Marketable img
Chapter 72 Taken Without Permission img
Chapter 73 Say it Again, I Dare You img
Chapter 74 The Crack in the Wall img
Chapter 75 Not My Type, She's More img
Chapter 76 His Arms, My Shelter img
Chapter 77 The Gift img
Chapter 78 Thank You, Teacher img
Chapter 79 Muted, Not Weak img
Chapter 80 Bright Red Rage img
Chapter 81 The Cleanup Team img
Chapter 82 The Ghost in the Hallway img
Chapter 83 Barely Breathing img
Chapter 84 Rumors in Ballet Shoes img
Chapter 85 Somewhere Else img
Chapter 86 Through the Gate img
Chapter 87 She Came Back. I Didn't Let Go. img
Chapter 88 The Devil in knockoffs img
Chapter 89 Resemblance isn't Proof img
Chapter 90 The Godfather's Visit img
Chapter 91 Revenge, Princess img
Chapter 92 I Want Revenge More img
Chapter 93 Knight's Angels img
Chapter 94 Unholy Desires img
Chapter 95 Pretty Lies and Dagger Eyes img
Chapter 96 Marriage, Murder, Media img
Chapter 97 Takeshi's Trump Card img
Chapter 98 Stage One img
Chapter 99 Impaled on Her Husband img
Chapter 100 Twisted Devotion img
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The Womanizer's Mute Wife

Luciana Light
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Chapter 1 A Cage I call home

GENESIS

"Wake up, you little freak." That was my morning greeting before a bucket of freezing water drenched me, soaking my thin bedding and making me shiver uncontrollably.

"What do you think you're doing, sleeping this late? Do you think you're royalty while we serve you?" Mark, my stepbrother, sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. Before I could fully wipe the water off my face, he kicked my bed, sending me tumbling to the floor with a painful thud. My jaw slammed against the wooden boards, sending a jolt of pain through my skull.

But I knew better than to stay down. If I valued my life, I had to get up, quickly. Without a second thought, I pushed myself off the ground, ignoring the ache in my jaw as I stood upright.

My shoulders instinctively hunched as I faced them, bracing myself for whatever came next. Mark was bad enough, but Jimmy, the older of my stepbrothers, was far worse. His cruelty wasn't just physical, it was insidious, calculated.

Jimmy stepped forward, and I stiffened, my stomach knotting with dread. He reached out, tucking a strand of my wet hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering far too long. My skin crawled at his touch, but I forced myself to stand still. Tears stung the back of my eyes, but I didn't dare let them fall.

"Mother wants to see you," Jimmy said, his tone deceptively soft. He didn't pull his hand away, his fingers brushing against my cheek in a way that made my heart race with panic.

"And don't keep her waiting," he added, his voice dropping an octave, a warning I knew not to ignore.

I flinched back, slipping out of his reach as quickly as I could. The tears escaped despite my efforts, but I wiped them away furiously before descending the stairs. Monica couldn't see them, not her.

When I entered the kitchen, I froze in the doorway. Monica, my stepmother, sat on a stool, a glass of something amber in her hand. Even from across the room, I could smell the alcohol. Her sharp eyes were fixed on a stack of papers in front of her, but the moment she noticed me, she sneered.

"What are you standing there for like a useless statue? Get over here," she snapped.

Startled, I nodded and stepped forward, keeping my eyes on the ground.

"Pathetic," she muttered as her gaze swept over me. "You look like something the cat dragged in. Your father must've been blind to leave someone like you in my care."

My head snapped up at her words. My father hadn't left me with her because he didn't want me. He was taken away from me.

But Monica wasn't finished. She rose from her stool, circling me like a predator sizing up its prey. "You're nothing but a burden. A filthy, good-for-nothing little freak. If I had my way, you'd be out on the streets where you belong."

Her words cut deep, but I bit my lip and stayed silent. Any response would only make things worse. Not that I could even speak.

"You'll scrub this kitchen from top to bottom," she ordered, shoving me toward the sink. "And when you're done, you'll serve dinner tonight. Try not to embarrass me, though I doubt you're capable of anything else."

Her hand shot out suddenly, pushing me hard enough that I stumbled into the counter. The pain in my ribs flared, but I caught myself before I fell.

Monica's cruel laughter rang in my ears as she returned to her papers. "Get to work. You're lucky to even be under this roof."

I turned away, gripping the edge of the counter tightly as the tears threatened to fall again. But I wouldn't cry, not where she could see them. Not where any of them could see them.

It will be over soon. Just a year, I just need to get it and I'll leave.

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I found myself in my room at the end of a long day, every inch of my body aching as if I had been repeatedly slammed against a wall. The pain was relentless, and I had no medicine to ease it. Asking Monica for help would only lead to her typical response.

"I provide you with food, clothes, and a roof over your head, yet it's still not enough for you. You want money for your filthy ailments? Just stay away so you don't pass anything on to me," she would say without fail, making it clear that there was no point in asking.

Yet, amidst the discomfort, I felt a small sense of relief, I had managed to eat. Dinner was a bit different today. The usual shouting echoed around the house, but I was allowed to eat in my room instead of the dining area. Honestly, I doubted I could have kept any food down if I had to sit with them.

Once my meal settled, I pulled out a book I had borrowed from the library without my stepmother's consent and began to read silently. Some of the larger words tripped me up, but I was determined to make sense of it.

As I immersed myself in the pages, I didn't notice when he entered my room. I was so focused on reading that I didn't feel the shift in the atmosphere until I sensed his presence. I looked up to see Jimmy leaning against the door, a smirk playing on his lips, his gaze filled with a familiar hunger.

In a panic, I tossed the book aside and shook my head as he approached. Just then, the doorbell rang, but it didn't deter him. I stood up and tried to signal that I needed to answer the door.

"You're not going anywhere," he said, his hand snaking around my waist. Tears I had been holding back spilled down my cheeks as he pushed me onto the bed. I attempted to escape, but he yanked me back by my hair, and I felt some strands tear away from the force.

He chuckled as he ripped the delicate fabric from my shirt, revealing my breast to him. "Looks like someone's in a Feisty mood today," he remarked, his hand starting to glide toward my core. But just as things were about to escalate, a furious shout echoed from downstairs.

"GENESIS," Monica yelled suddenly, her voice filled with rage, causing Jimmy to leap off me as if I were on fire. My body trembled, not just from what almost transpired, but from the anticipation of what awaited me downstairs.

            
            

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