Semua Bab The Womanizer's Mute Wife : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Veronica bent down, bringing her face close to Genesis’s, wearing a fake look of sympathy.“You shouldn’t have done that, honey. Now you’ve pissed him off—so you need to apologize.”Tears glistened in Genesis’s eyes, and Veronica savored it. Genesis glanced at the man still gripping her hair tightly, as if he might pull it out. His nostrils flared with anger, but she didn’t flinch. She just stared back at him.Veronica bit her lip and turned toward him. “She’s new to all this. She’ll get used to it by the time we’re done.”The man studied her for a moment, then nodded. He tapped Genesis’s cheek sharply.“You better cooperate. And if you ever do that again, this pretty face won’t be so pretty anymore.”His slap was harder this time. He let go of her hair, straightened up, and Veronica glanced at Genesis, who stared at the floor. Then she moved closer to the man, whispering something in his ear.Two women—assistants, or maybe just accomplices—emerged from behind a divider. Without a wor

Veronica’s mouth opened and closed, then opened again. “I don’t understand. I didn’t do anything wrong!”Kieran nodded slowly, just as Damon shut the doors. The young models pressed themselves against the wall, pale and trembling. The cameramen huddled with them, frozen in place like cowards.One man stood out—the same one who had struck Genesis. A business associate of Veronica’s, he looked confused and visibly annoyed.Kieran stepped forward, the cold smile gone. He knelt in front of Veronica and placed a hand on her cheek. “Of course you didn’t,” he said softly. “Now go sit in that chair. I’d like to see something.”Veronica’s heartbeat thundered in her chest. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Before she could speak, Kieran gently lifted Genesis from her arms, cradling her bridal-style as he rose to his feet.“Now go sit. I don’t like repeating myself.”She hesitated, glancing around. No one moved. No one dared to help her.With shaky legs, she stood and made her way to the platform

KIERAN“Kieran, how can you do this to me? Just because of that girl. You’ve known me longer than you’ve known her,” Veronica said, her face pale, lips chapped and peeling.I leaned against the wall, watching her as I took a slow drag from the cigarette between my fingers. I should’ve known better. Trusted my instincts. I wasn’t stupid. Veronica wanted me. Not because she loved me. She didn’t love anyone, not in that way. She believed marrying into the Blackwood family would throw her into the spotlight, give her more fame.But she should’ve known better. I never gave her reason to think anything would happen between us. I never once slept with her or felt the urge to fuck her brains out. She was always stuck in the friend zone. Still, I saw it—her jealousy, the hunger in her eyes for something she thought she deserved. But she was wrong.“You didn’t just cross a line, Veronica,” I said quietly, blowing a stream of smoke toward the window. “You dragged that line, stomped on it, then s

GENESISI sat beside Daisy as we both watched a movie. I was so focused on the screen that I didn’t hear the footsteps behind me—until a hand wrapped gently around my throat. I stiffened, just for a second. But then… the scent, the warmth of the hand—it was instantly recognizable.And then came the voice.“Hello, princess. Missed me?”I turned my head slightly, and he pressed a kiss to the top of my lips, sending heat rushing to my face. Daisy was right there. Thank goodness the lights were off.“Well, I missed you,” he murmured, licking the same spot he'd kissed, his hand tightening slightly around my neck.Then he leaned closer, his breath brushing my ear.“I want to fuck you,” he whispered.My eyes widened, and I jolted forward, slipping from the chair and out of his grasp. I shot him a faint frown. He just chuckled, running a hand through his already tousled hair.“Is my angel mad at me?”He rounded the chair and stopped just inches from me, then without warning, he wrapped his ha

GENESIS Master Ballet Studio“Yes, Genesis, yes, that passé was perfect! Now into a fifth position,” Miss Reneta called from the front of the room, her hands raised like wings as she demonstrated the pose.The music played softly in the background—a gentle piano tune that made the whole room feel like a dream. The floor was smooth and cool under my ballet slippers. I breathed in, trying to keep calm like Miss Reneta always told us to do. Ballet wasn’t just about movement—it was about grace and control.I slid my right foot back until my heels touched, toes turned out, my arms curved gently in front of me. Fifth position. My back was straight, chin lifted. I could feel the strength in my legs, the stretch in my spine. I was doing it. I was really doing it.“Good, Genesis!” Shecalled again, her accent warm and her smile wide. “Very clean lines. You have a dancer’s body—light and long. Keep that chest open.”To my left, Stacy wobbled a little, her arms flapping. “Oops,” she muttered wit