All Chapters of The Womanizer's Mute Wife : Chapter 141 - Chapter 147

“…I don’t think we can trust that guy,” Jimmy was saying, but Mark rolled his eyes and cut him off before he could finish.“Really? Can you hear yourself? Who cares if you trust the guy or not? What matters is that he’s helping us get back at Knight and his family,” Mark snapped, visibly irritated.Their mother, Monica, turned to him sharply.“Would you shut up and let your brother finish? I get where he’s coming from,” she scolded.“Of course you do,” Mark muttered under his breath, but she heard him and shot him a glare, ready to say something—until Jimmy interrupted, wincing as he leaned his bruised body against the headboard. Monica rushed forward to prop a pillow behind him, which only fueled the irritation burning inside Mark.Jimmy sighed. “What I’m trying to say is—since this Takeshi guy showed up, what has he really done to take Knight down?”Mark growled. “Are you deaf, or did they beat the hearing out of you too? We told you—he set one of Knight’s warehouses on fire. And we

Master Ballet StudioJaden ran a hand through his hair as he stared down at Genesis.“Um… hi,” he said awkwardly, gritting his teeth. He hated how unsure he sounded — and worse, how nervous he felt.Genesis, who had been staring at the floor, slowly lifted her head. Whatever words he had prepared died in his throat the moment their eyes met. He dropped down in front of her.“What the hell…” he whispered, kneeling as he reached for her cheek. But she flinched, and he instantly pulled his hand back. His eyes scanned the redness around hers, and it didn’t take a genius to realize she’d been crying.“Who hurt you, Genesis?” he asked, his voice low but urgent. Sitting there with her knees pulled to her chest, she looked so small, so fragile, sickly pale, tears mark on her cheeks.A heavy wave of anger slammed into him.“Who hurt you?” he asked again, but she didn’t speak. Without thinking, his hand moved, brushing his thumb gently under her eye. That’s when she suddenly leaned into him.He

Rev looked away from her mother. She was quiet for a moment, just smoking—her eyes distant, lost in the question her mother had just asked.Red watched her, one perfectly manicured brow arched, and waited.When two minutes passed and Rev still hadn’t spoken, Red snapped.“Ay, Dios mío, speak already, niña. You want me to drop dead guessing?”Rev’s eyes flicked to her, then back down.She didn’t speak.Didn’t blink.Just smoked.Red’s eyes narrowed. Her voice dropped low and firm.“I said—how is your sister?”Finally, Rev exhaled. Smoke curled from her lips like a slow confession.“She’s been living in that house since she was eight,” she said, her voice razor-sharp. “With those people. She thinks she’s alone, Mama. She doesn’t know about me. About you.”Red’s fingers curled around the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white. She knew all that already.Rev looked straight at her, voice bitter. “And all that time, I couldn’t say a word. Couldn’t show her I was there. Do you know what t