Todos os capítulos de The Womanizer's Mute Wife : Capítulo 251 - Capítulo 260

Genesis sat on Kieran’s lap at the edge of the bed, thighs straddling his hips, she looked up at him through wet lashes, tears still clinging to her cheeks from the courtroom breakdown earlier.“Make love to me, Kieran,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Please.”His hands flexed on her hips hard enough to bruise if he wasn’t careful.“Baby… are you sure? The…the baby…”She cut him off with a soft, desperate shake of her head.“I’m sure. Please. I need you. I need you inside me.” Fresh tears slipped free down her cheeks. “I need to feel you. Just you. After everything… I need this.”Kieran bit down hard on his lower lip, eyes still dark with hunger. He’d been hard since the second he walked through the door, the sight of her alone enough to make his cock throb painfully against his sweatpants. Two weeks, no, almost a month without her had been torture. Genesis deficiency syndrome, he’d joked once in the hospital when the pain meds made him loopy. But it wasn’t a joke. He was starving

Days turned into weeks, and the trial became a slow, relentless erosion.Every morning the living room transformed again: tight webcam on Genesis alone, soft daylight behind her.Genesis testified again and again. Her voice stayed steady, but her hands trembled more each day. The hematoma hadn’t worsened, but the stress was carving hollows under her eyes.The AUSA had told her after Grant’s first brutal cross:“Be tough, Genesis. Don’t give in to his tactics. Don’t let him see you crack. Answer truthfully, stay calm, look at the camera like you’re looking at Monica. You’re not the scared girl anymore. You’re the survivor. You’ve got this.”And she tried.But by the second-to-last day of trial, even survivors get tired.The second-to-last day of the trial felt like the air had been sucked out of the room.The screen lit up.Judge Ramirez’s voice filled the speakers.“The defense may call its next witness.”Elias Grant rose.“Your Honor, the defense calls Kieran Blackwood.”Genesis’s bre

“Keenan, you better do something fast,” Caleb said quietly. “Your trial date has been set. Six weeks from now. The U.S. Attorney is pushing for life. We can’t win at trial. The only path is a plea deal to reduce the sentence.”Keenan gritted his teeth.He slammed his hand on the table, the chain rattled.“Don’t you think I’m working on that?”Caleb leaned forward.“You’re not working fast enough. They denied bail again this morning. You’re staying here until trial unless something changes. And if you go to trial and lose… you’re looking at supermax. ADX Florence. Twenty-three hours a day in a concrete box. No visitors. No hope.”Keenan’s jaw worked.“I’m handling it.”Caleb studied him.“How? You’ve been trying to reach Knight for weeks. No answer. No callback from any of your men. Either they’re dead or they’re scared. Or he’s already cut you off.”Keenan’s eyes narrowed.“He’s playing games. He thinks he can wait me out. But if I go down, I take Knight with me. I know who he is. I k

KIERAN “Where have you been all day?” Genesis asked from the bed as I stepped through the doorway. I didn’t move further. I just stood there, shoulder against the frame, watching her. She was propped against the headboard, legs tucked under the blanket, a small bowl of snacks balanced on her lap probably stolen from Revelation’s carefully controlled “approved” pile. Her hair was loose, cheeks flushed from the warmth of the room, lips shiny with whatever she’d been eating. The soft glow of the bedside lamp caught the roundness of her belly under the thin nightgown. She looked like peace. Like home. Like something I would burn cities to keep. I adore this woman. No… adore is too small a word. The way I love her is violent. Obsessive. The kind of love that fills my skull with static when I imagine her not being mine. The thought of her in another man’s arms, another man’s bed, another man’s name on her tongue, it ignites something feral in me. I could murder hundreds. Thousand

Revelation watched her mother and sister from the doorway, Delores holding Genesis’s face in both hands, tears streaming down both their cheeks, words tumbling over each other in broken whispers and laughter. She smiled softly, chest warm in a way it hadn’t been in years. Then she turned her head slightly. He was there. Kieran leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on Genesis like nothing else in the room existed. Not Delores. Not Daisy giggling in the corner. Just Genesis. Revelation’s lips curved. It was time. She walked toward him, and stopped beside him without looking up. Before she could speak, he beat her to it. “Let’s move to the study.” Her smirk deepened. Always one step ahead. He pushed off the wall and walked out without another word. Revelation followed. They stepped into the study. Kieran moved straight to the mahogany desk, leaned back against it, arms crossed again, eyes locked on her. “Still want my head?” he asked, straight to the point. No