The Billionaire’s Deaf Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The soft light of dawn seeped through the windows, as night slowly slipped and early morning began, and still, I waited. I didn’t move from the couch, didn’t change out of the dress from last night. The sequins on my sleeve itched my skin, and the fabric had wrinkled under me. But I couldn’t bring myself to move. My eyes were glued to the clock as it ticked, my mind racing, several questions generating as I waited for my husband to come home. I had listened for the car, over and over, blockers and hearing aids removed, my body somehow was still able to sense the world like it always did. Every faint noise, real or imagined, sent a ripple down my spine. The hum of the refrigerator, sound of the air conditioner, my own breathing. And then finally, I heard footsteps, my body coming alive because I could recognize those footsteps anywhere. I had taken years to master it. Before I could fully sit up, the door creaked open. Elias stepped inside, the early morning light

Maria’s POV The past three days had been a blur, filled with relentless training sessions and exercises. I felt like a shell of myself, both literally and figuratively. I was tutoring Lucia non-stop; how to walk, how to speak, how to behave. I taught her Isaac’s favorite phrases, his favorite food, Elias’s favorite dishes. And all the while, I wore a calm, detached expression, never allowing Elias or Carla to sense that anything was amiss. But it was as though Elias knew something was going on. Suddenly, I was assigned three additional guards. Not to watch me, per se, but to accompany me everywhere. It wasn’t unusual, Elias had enemies, but their arrival couldn’t have come at a worse time. Meeting with Lucia became a mission on its own, given how closely I was being monitored. Still, I made it work. I told Elias I was planning to start a business, that it was meant to be a surprise, so I was meeting with potential partners over drinks every evening. He believed me. Though surp

Elias’s POV One week later Something was terribly wrong. I walked in after a long, exhausting day to the sound of Isaac’s cries echoing through the house. My son was strapped into his sitter, wailing his eyes out, with food smeared everywhere, on the floor, the walls, even across his tiny body. And the most alarming part? No one, not a single soul, was in the room with him. I rushed over to him immediately, his cries faltering the moment he saw me. “Heyyy, buddy. What’s going on?” I cooed gently, scooping him up and patting his back. But instead of calming down, he cried even harder. His sobs grew more desperate, more panicked. Where the hell was Maria? Just then, his nanny came rushing in, looking frantic and scared out of her mind. “What is happening? Where is his mother?” I asked, trying to keep the fury out of my voice. I was barely holding it together. Someone needed to start talking, and fast. The nanny looked worse than I’d ever seen her, her forehead gliste

Maria’s POV Just then, Ana walked in, brushing crumbs off her apron as her eyes remained downcast. But the moment she looked up and spotted Travis, a sharp breath escaped her lips. Her gaze darted to me, flooded with worry, probably after sizing him up and realizing he looked like a bag of trouble. “Hey. Are you okay?” Ana rushed to my side, standing protectively next to me. I glanced up at her, my vision blurring with unshed tears that I forced so hard to keep from falling. “You’ve made new friends, huh?” Travis sneered, dragging our attention back to him. Ana remained silent, but her hand gently pressed against my forearm, grounding me like a human shield. We were two slim, ordinary girls against a monster dressed in skin, but her presence made me feel like I wasn’t entirely alone. My heart slowed its painful thudding as I tried to think of a way out. Travis kept his eyes glued to me, a twisted satisfaction spreading across his face like oil in water. “I can’t sign t

Maria’s POV I woke to complete darkness, the kind that pressed against my eyes and made them ache from having been shut for God knows how long. My throat burned raw, and every breath scraped against it. My head pounded relentlessly, and my entire body felt heavy, like I had been weighed down with stones. These were the only sensations I could register as I tried to adjust to the pitch-black space surrounding me. I shifted slightly, but my movements were restricted, my hands were bound tightly behind my back. I checked my legs next; they weren’t tied, but they felt limp and far too heavy to lift. My limbs trembled, and a wave of nausea swept over me. I tried to speak, but only a faint whimper escaped my lips. Where was I? I blinked several times, trying to make out my surroundings, but the effort was pointless. All I could see was a void. I realized I was sprawled on a cold floor, my body aching from the pressure and lack of support. I couldn’t even feel my backside anymore