MasukHe runs a hand through his hair, the weight of it all pressing on his shoulders. “You think I married you out of pity? You think I hate your silence? No. I hate that your silence keeps me locked out. That I love you… and you’ll never hear it.” To the world, Maria is the perfect silent wife, beautiful, obedient, and deaf. But behind closed doors, she hears everything… Including the love her cold billionaire husband swears he’ll never confess. When she secretly trades places with her troubled twin, a web of lies, danger, and forbidden truths explodes. He thinks he’s lost the only woman he’s ever loved. She may never make it back to him alive. A marriage built on silence. A love louder than words. And a secret that could destroy them both.
Lihat lebih banyakEPILOGUE “Isaac, go call your daddy for dinner,” I said, wiping my hands on a napkin as I adjusted the last set of plates on the table.“Daddy!” he screamed excitedly, his little feet pounding against the wooden floor before he disappeared up the stairs.I smiled and shook my head, catching Martha’s amused grin from across the dining room. “That child never walks. Always running like the world’s on fire.”Martha chuckled, setting down the last of the wine glasses. “He’s his father’s son.”At that, I couldn’t help but laugh softly. True. Isaac was just like Elias — stubborn, loud, and energetic, with that same mischievous glint in his eyes. Only, where Elias was fire and steel, Isaac was sunshine and thunder all at once.The dining table looked perfect, candles flickering softly, their light bouncing off the silver cutlery. The aroma of roasted lamb filled the room, blending with the buttery scent of mashed potatoes and the faint sweetness of Elias’s favorite cheesecake cooling by the
ELIAS “What is this place? I thought we were going to a club?” I turned and glared at Damon. He killed the engine and shot me that smug grin of his. “This is the club for rich people, mate. We’re rich people. Or have you forgotten, since there’s no one left to flaunt your wealth on?” I didn’t bother replying. I unbuckled my seat belt, stepped out of the car, and slammed the door behind me. His groans followed. “Where are you going? That’s not the way to the house!” I ignored him, walking casually back the same way we’d come. If I had to walk home, so be it. I’d take it as punishment for ever trusting the idiot in the first place. I was already halfway down the road when Damon finally caught up, panting, his arms spread out like he’d just run a marathon. “Damn, mate. Your legs are fucking long.” “Move.” “No,” he gasped, licking his dry lips. “Damon, I’m really not in the mood, mate. Move.” “We had a deal! You get five percent shares, man — five! Think about the k
My legs began to ache, the low heels I wore biting into my swollen feet. I sighed and made my way slowly toward my room to change into flats, and relieve myself while at it.Pregnancy had taught me just how long the bladder could hold on, hours, sometimes. I’d trained myself out of running to the bathroom every five minutes, testing my limits just to feel some control over this body that no longer felt like mine.But tonight wasn’t one of those nights.I was wearing one of the dresses he’d gotten me during my pregnancy journey. It was easy to feel insecure these days, the heaviness, the constant changes, the way nothing fit quite right anymore. I often felt clumsy, foolish in my own body. But he made sure I still felt beautiful, still had something lovely to wear.The memory of that day — the day I’d tried the dresses on and thrown a fit, came flooding back. The calm in his eyes as he watched me, the way he called me beautiful despite my tantrums. My heart fluttered at the thought, my
MARIA“This was the best three months of my life, child… thank you,” my mother said as she tossed the last of our bags into the car.“You wouldn’t even let me do anything, Mom. Not even feed myself. I’m the one who had the best three months of her life,” I teased, pulling her into a hug.She laughed, kissed my forehead, and held me tight. I was going to miss her. In these few months, we had bonded more deeply than in all the years I’d lived under her roof.Isaac joined the moment, running over as his aunt Ann chased after him.“Mummy, look! Aty Ann bite me,” he grinned, showing me his wrist, perfectly fine, of course.I bent as far as I could, blowing a gentle puff of air over his skin. “Sorry, my baby. Pardon Aunty Ann.”After final goodbyes to my parents, we were on our way. Ann insisted on driving since I couldn’t fly in my condition.Isaac was strapped into his seat behind us, long asleep, while Ann and I talked. She refused to let me stay buried in my thoughts, always dropping by












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