Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Womanizer's Mute Wife : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

MidnightWhile everyone slept, Amelia paced her room like a caged tiger. Just hours ago, she hadn’t even been able to walk without wincing, but after Eliana massaged her swollen feet, she felt better. Not that she’d said thank you. Gratitude didn’t live in Amelia’s chest.But that wasn’t what kept her awake.No, this was something else. Something burning deep inside her ribs.The memory made her want to scream. The way they kissed. The way he touched her. It was like a scene from a dream she wasn't invited to.And the worst part? It made her horny. So badly she wanted to pretend otherwise, but she couldn’t. Her skin itched for touch. Her body begged for release. But who would want her like this—with this giant inconvenience of a belly? Her words. Not even the club was an option. Donald was watching her like a hawk. She had to behave, at least until the paternity results confirmed Kieran was the father.“That old fucking bastard,” she hissed, sinking onto the bed. Her legs spread to ac

“Princess…” Knight began, glancing at Genesis from the corner of his eye. She turned to him with a soft smile, her body trembling slightly with excitement and anticipation.“You do know Amelia was faking it back at the pool,” he continued, watching her carefully. “She’s very manipulative.”Her smile faded. A thoughtful expression crossed her face as she stared at her hands for a moment.Knight was about to say more when she looked back up at him and began to sign.“I don’t think so,” her fingers replied.Knight let out a sigh and turned back to the road, tapping the steering wheel once before slowly pulling the car to a stop on the wide tarmac. The black SUVs trailing behind followed suit, parking neatly behind them in perfect formation.The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden light over the concrete. Ahead, the engines of the private jet whirred steadily, the sleek aircraft gleaming like something out of a dream.Knight stepped out of the driver’s seat without a word, risi

Genesis's legs felt like jelly as they made their way toward the car. Knight glanced down at her, his arm wrapped firmly around her waist to steady her. She looked up at him with a furrowed brow, and his smirk widened.“It’s jet lag, Princess.”Her frown deepened. Knight leaned down and swept her up into his arms. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed in relief. Her legs were grateful.He laughed. “We’ve really come a long way, haven’t we? I still remember how you used to flinch when I so much as brushed against you. Now I carry you around, and you love it.”Genesis’s cheeks flamed, and he rubbed their noses together playfully.Behind them, his men exchanged looks. They'd long lost count of the times their boss had gone soft and cheesy around her. It was... strange. This was Knight, after all. Not Kieran.Genesis had both sides of her husband wrapped tightly around her little finger.“Anyway, jet lag is—” Knight paused as one of the men opened the back door of

Red turned to Revelation, who was pounding her fist into the punching bag like it had personally wronged her. Each blow landed with brutal force, as if she had some deep, unresolved beef with it.Pulling the cigar from her mouth, Red exhaled slowly, letting smoke curl into the air as she watched her daughter. She didn’t speak—of course she knew what was wrong. But something else was swirling in her head, something she couldn't shake.It was the difference between her daughters.Her lips curled faintly, remembering the moment she finally saw Genesis after twenty-three long years. It had taken everything not to reach out and grab her right then and there. Just thinking about it now made her chest tighten painfully.And as for that difference… it was clear as day. Revelation was like Eve—born to fight, to challenge. And Genesis? She was like dawn—quiet, soft, but with a light you couldn’t ignore. Even in her unsure, uncertain posture, there was no fear. That surprised Red more than anyth

Genesis’s body throbbed with pain. She had been slammed against the floor and walls so many times she’d lost count. Blood from her nose and split lips painted the ground like a canvas. They had been at it for hours—since morning. Cady and the rest of the girls had left. They couldn’t bear to watch. Even Knight had walked out.“Get up and hit me. Don’t be such a bitch,” Selene said, looking down at Genesis, who lay on the ground, wincing.Genesis began crawling toward her, her trembling hand reaching for Selene’s leg. But Selene raised her foot and kicked her hard in the stomach.Genesis's mouth opened in a silent scream, blood trailing from her lips.“I said get up,” Selene snapped. “We’ve been here for hours and you haven’t landed a single hit.”She tilted her head, smiling, then glanced toward the wall. “Seems Knight made a mistake,” she muttered.The words stabbed into Genesis. Tears spilled down her cheeks.“Why would he marry someone like this? How are you supposed to protect him