Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Womanizer's Mute Wife : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

GENESIS“Do you want revenge, princess?”I stared up at him. My heart pounded in my chest. That word—revenge—I knew it well. I'd even asked Miss Melissa to explain it to me just last week. She had, in a quiet voice, eyes full of caution.And now… he was asking me that.But the real question was the one I needed to ask myself.Do I want it?Do I deserve it?My eyes began to sting with tears. The answer was simple.Yes. I did.I deserved it.I had suffered enough. And even after I escaped, they never stopped. They kept coming for me, not stopping. And I let them. Not because I wanted to, but because fear wrapped around me like chains.But I forgot something.I wasn’t alone anymore.I had my husband. He had never once hurt me. Not once. And I believed him—I still believe him.I should’ve asked for help.But now I didn’t have to.He had already offered it.His hand caressed my cheek. “Every day, I watch you whimper and cry in your sleep. Something haunts you, princess,” he said, his voice

Revelation couldn’t sleep.She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to count sheep—or at least pretending to. What really kept her awake was the weight of what Cady and Mia had told her. She had truly believed Knight let her go of his own will. Not because he was kind—no, she wasn’t that naive. Knight was a heartless killer. She knew that all too well. But part of her thought maybe, just maybe, he believed her when she said she didn’t mean to harm his wife.She should’ve known better. Knight was a psychopath.Everything about him was a lie—the blood he spilled on the floor, the charming front he wore online, the illusion of being some internet-famous Casanova. Sure, he barely posted anymore since Genesis came into his life, but that didn’t matter. It was the fact that she ever believed any part of it that fueled her anger now.And to make it worse, now Damon—The Black Fang—had his eyes on her.That could ruin everything.Pretending to be someone else around the Angels was al

Kieran stared at the pool doors, where he had unmistakably heard voices echoing earlier. But he wasn’t going to deal with that right now. That could wait.Instead, he looked down at Genesis—her chest rising and falling in heavy breaths, her back pressed firmly against his front. Though he had just finished fucking her, he could already feel himself stirring again.He pressed his face into the curve of her neck, his large left hand gliding up to caress and squeeze her breast. She didn’t resist. She simply leaned back into him, resting her head on his shoulder as she gazed up at the moonlight.He pulled back slightly to look at her face, watching the way the silver glow danced in her eyes. His heart clenched.She was so damn beautiful. And she was his.He couldn’t believe he’d once considered rejecting her—just because she wasn’t his usual type. Now, the mere thought of not having her made his chest ache like madness creeping in.His hand left her breast, gliding up the smooth slope of

GENESISMy heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the ballet studio. Fear prickled across my skin, and I felt what Daisy once called goosebumps ripple through me.“Genesis, look at me,” Kieran said softly, cupping my face in his large hands. “I’m not going to leave. I’ll be right here.”He gave my cheeks a gentle squeeze, making my lips pout, and I stared up at him. My eyes drifted toward the far end of the driveway—that place. The spot where Mark had once tried to take me into his car. The memory was blurry… but still there.“Don’t look over there,” Kieran said quickly, tilting my chin back toward him. “Just look at me. You’re safe. I’ll be in class with you the whole time.”He smiled, and I found myself getting lost in his deep blue eyes. They looked like the ocean—yes, an ocean. I’d never seen one in real life, only on TV.I nodded and gave him a small, shaky smile. As long as he was with me… I’d be okay.His hand drifted to rest gently on my thigh, rubbing small circles. A shive

“Just look at how pretty you are,” Kieran murmured, his voice low and husky. His blue eyes had darkened, nearly black, as his veiny hand gripped her jaw, forcing her to face the mirror. He didn’t stop thrusting, each movement sharp and deep, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.Genesis was a mess—red-cheeked, eyes glassy with tears, her body slick with sweat. Fifteen minutes of relentless pleasure had her trembling, her green eyes unfocused, her entire body thrumming with tension.“So fucking pretty,” he growled, leaning down to bite the curve of her neck, hard enough to leave a mark. Genesis shuddered, her body jolting with each brutal, precise thrust slamming into her g-spot.He hit it again. And again. Until there was nothing left in her head but heat and ecstasy. She stared at their reflection, her mind blank, lips parted in a silent gasp.Then, suddenly, Kieran pulled out with an obscene squelch. Her slickness dripped out, wetting her thighs and hitting the f