Semua Bab The Womanizer's Mute Wife : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Kier’s POV “Lean against the glass,” I said. She looked up at me, her eyes briefly meeting mine, then turned around and placed her hands on the cool wall of the shower stall. I stepped closer, lifting her waist slightly. She shivered under my touch, and I smirked, letting my palm glide along her waist and hips. But then I noticed them—the scars running across her back. My amusement vanished, replaced by a flare of anger. Who the hell did this to her? I had been forced to marry her, yet no one told me anything about her life. And truthfully, I hadn’t cared enough to ask. My father claimed we were childhood friends, but I remembered none of it. Still, there had always been something off about her stepfamily. Something unspoken. But I knew nothing. Not really. I traced one of the jagged scars, my fingers gentle. She shivered again. “Do they hurt?” I asked. She turned slightly, glancing at me over her shoulder, then at my hand resting on the mark. She didn’t answer right

KIERShe walked out of the closet in that dress, and I swear, I forgot how to breathe.The dress was black—tight, elegant, and flawless. Her milky skin shimmered under the lights, the soft curve of her neck, and the dip in her waist... It was all too much. Too soft, too innocent. Too her.And yet, she was mine.But tonight, I’d have to share her. I couldn’t touch her the way I wanted to. I couldn’t rip that dress off her like I needed to. I could only smile, be the CEO, be civil, while men surely stared.I adjusted the cufflinks on my shirt, my jaw clenched in frustration. “Turn.”She blinked up at me with those wide, stupidly sweet eyes. Then she nodded and turned, just like I’d asked.I shoved my hands into my pockets, feeling the heat rise inside me. The maids that had dressed her were still in the room, and I didn’t need them to see what seeing my wife in this dress did to me.The dress was nothing extravagant. She had picked it out herself when Anna brought it to her. But as she

KIERI saw red the moment his filthy lips touched my wife's hand. And not just a fleeting brush, no, he had the audacity to linger. His mouth stayed there a second too long, and I recognized that smirk. I knew it too well. I had perfected it myself. Given it to countless women. The smirk of a man who just found something, someone interesting.But his was about the chase. I knew Keenan.Sure, I used to mess around. But never with another man’s woman. Never with someone off-limits.Yeah, some of the women I banged, cried, called me a jerk, cold-blooded. That’s how I got the name Cold-Blooded Casanova. But I was always honest. I told them up front: no strings, just fun. And they agreed. But there’s always one who thinks I can change him. Ridiculous.The difference between me and Keenan? He’s a snake in silk. A liar dipped in charm. He tells women he loves them just to see how quickly they’ll spread their legs. Hearts to him are poker chips—easily won, easily lost, never cared for.I saw

KIERI leaned against the wall, a smirk on my lips, amused as I watched my wife’s eyes dart around, searching for her panties. She must have forgotten I had taken them.It was mine now, though.“Looking for something?” I asked, and she turned around, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She could barely look me in the eye.“What are you looking for?” I asked again, and her blush deepened. She pointed to her middle, silently telling me it was her panties.I faked a gasp. “Did my wife just lose her panties in a public bathroom?” I pushed off from the wall, moving closer to her. She pointed at her legs, then at me, and then at the air—meaning she took them off, I took them, and must have thrown them somewhere. Now they were lost, and the frustration on her face was palpable.But I just kept smiling.“Do you know how embarrassing this is?” I teased. “What if someone finds your panties... and then sniffs them?” As I spoke, her head snapped up in horror, and I nodded, loving the reaction.

Monica Candell stepped into the house and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she was out of the scorching heat. She hadn’t been able to take her car, since she could no longer afford the expenses it required.Taking a deep breath, she glanced around the large living space. Her stomach churned at the thought that her stepdaughter was now living in such a luxurious environment, while she and her children were stuck in a house they could no longer afford to even keep the AC running.She looked around again, but the large living room was empty. Then she heard voices followed by a loud clang. A twisted smile crept across her face. In her mind, she hoped Genesis wasn’t enjoying herself here either. That alone would make her day. And even though she didn’t hear any crying, she didn’t mind—her stepdaughter couldn’t make any sound anyway, so wouldn't be able to hear it, she thought with glee.Clearing her throat, she turned the corner and spoke just as she rounded it. “Genesis, mother’s home.