Todos os capítulos de The Womanizer's Mute Wife : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

KIERMy eyes blinked open, and I looked up to see a strange ceiling.“Fuck, where am I?” I croaked, grimacing. Why did my mouth taste like I ate something sour mixed with liquor?As I tried to stand, a flash of images and loud words exploded behind my eyes.“The king is back. Give him more,” someone shouted. Then, I opened my mouth, and a woman—her face fuzzy—poured a drink into her own mouth and then into mine.That wasn’t all. Hands were roaming around my body, lips on places like my neck, my mouth.Flashing lights. Bodies grinding together.Then it all vanished as quickly as it had come. I pressed my hand to my forehead. Definitely a hangover. I leaned against the headboard, blinking, trying to clear my mind. After a moment, I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings—and groaned.Three naked women were sleeping on the bed.“Damn… what happened last night?” I muttered.I vaguely remembered going to the Opal Noir club, but the rest was a blur. How had I ended up like this? Sleeping

KIERShe mustn’t know what happened last night.She stared at the smudge like she was trying to understand it—like her mind was racing to place it somewhere safe and failing.I shouldn’t have come back like this. I should’ve cleaned up. Taken a second to think, to breathe. To be better.But I wasn’t.And now, she was staring at me like she didn’t recognize me. Like I was someone else entirely.She looked like she was breaking.I reached out to her again. “Genesis…”Her breath hitched the moment my hand touched her shoulder—and something in me shattered. Not just because she flinched—God, she flinched—but because I saw it in her eyes.She wasn’t here. Not really.So I stood. Her eyes followed me, wide and wary, like she was bracing for something. Preparing for impact.I dragged a hand through my hair, staring down at her. She looked scared… so damn small. I wanted to wrap her in my arms, protect every inch of her.But first, I needed to take care of this mess.I made my way to the rest

Knight Blood, known in the underground as the Black Knight, stood calmly behind the Royal Mirage Casino & Resort, his sleek black car parked just a few feet away. Flames licked the night sky, the building groaning under the weight of its destruction. Wood cracked. Cement blocks fell like thunder. Screams and shouts pierced the smoky air.Knight smiled.His eyes glowed with the fire’s reflection as he watched the chaos he’d created unfold. There was no joy in his grin. No sense of relief.Just a sliver of satisfaction.A tiny flicker of calm buried beneath the inferno of rage boiling in his chest.Because this wasn’t over.Not yet.One of his men stepped forward, voice tight with urgency. “Boss, we have to leave now. The police are…..”“Tell me that’s not the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.” Knight interrupted, catching the man off guard.The guy hesitated, unsure how to respond. His eyes darted to the fire, then back to Knight, searching for the right words. He glanced around, but n

GENESIS"How much for a smile?"Huh?My head tilted before I could stop it. I blinked up at him, confused.I scrunch my nose slightly. Was this... a game? Was I supposed to smile now? But why would he pay for that?He pushed me gently against the wet, smooth stone wall. The coldness against my back contrasted sharply with the heat of his bare body pressing into mine. I could feel something else, too—hard, stiff—pressing against me.Heat rushed up my neck, blooming across my face.He lifted one hand from my waist to wipe the water from his face. The shower kept pouring over us, but since I was backed against the wall, my view wasn’t blocked. I saw everything.Then he cupped my cheek with a rough, warm palm.“Did I upset you, kitten? Since I came home, you haven’t smiled at me. You haven’t even looked at me.”Oh.Guilt slammed into my chest, hard. That’s what had been clawing at me since the moment he walked through the door. Every time my mind drifted to that tiny bottle filled with po

GENESIS“Yes, Lily, do ballet! It’s so fun and amazing, and you get to dress up so beautifully,” Daisy said, bouncing in her seat as she looked at me. I glanced at the dancers again, watching them move with such grace. It was beautiful, like they were speaking with their bodies. But it also looked incredibly difficult. Daisy called it “fun,” but I had a feeling this kind of dance wasn’t to be underestimated. The way their legs moved so high... I was amazed.But my mind wasn’t fully on the decision about which class to choose. My eyes kept gravitating toward the bruise on Kieran’s face. And it wasn’t just that—he had bruises on his wrists too, like he’d slammed them against something. The one on his face looked like he’d been hit.What happened?He’d gone to work hours ago and now came back like this.He turned away from the iPad in his hands and looked at me. “What do you like...?” His voice trailed off as I pressed my hand gently against the injury, and he smiled softly.“What is it..