All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Deaf Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Maria’s POV I didn’t breathe until I heard his car pull away. Even then, it felt like the air I was dragging into my lungs was too heavy, like it was lined with lead, with guilt, with the fear of what I had just nearly done, what I had nearly said. I stood in the middle of the pavement, my hands trembling, heart pounding in my throat, watching the empty street like he might reverse back and demand the truth. Like he had heard what I hadn’t said. My son? The words kept echoing, louder than anything else, louder than the roaring in my ears. Your son. Isaac. God. For a moment, just one terrifying moment, I thought Elias would open that car door and I’ll see him. I longed to go back there and request I got a glimpse of Isaac, just for one tiny second. My fingers went cold. My legs felt brittle. The sidewalk swayed beneath me, or maybe I swayed above it, I wasn’t sure. I gripped the lamppost nearby and closed my eyes, forcing down the wave of nausea curling in my sto

Maria’s POV.. “Elias?” My voice cracked, raw from screaming, from crying too much. He only nodded, his arms still locked around me, holding me upright because my body was still caught in shock, still too weak to carry its own weight. “Are you okay?” His voice was low, measured, but it burned with something dangerous. I nodded once, a small, jerky movement. I didn’t trust whatever words might come out of my mouth. Elias’s gaze lingered on me, unblinking, his jaw flexing hard enough to crack. His eyes blazed with a fury that wasn’t just heat, it was the kind of rage that made the air feel heavier. I studied him in return. He looked like he’d just come from work, black suit, black overcoat, hair slicked back, every inch of him sharp and calculated. I wondered what he was doing on this side of town at this hour. Sensation started to crawl back into my limbs, and I shifted, my back finding the wall for support. Elias tracked the movement like a hawk. Then his hand lifted, slo

Maria’s POV “Elias… please,” I whimpered, my voice thin and trembling, every breath ragged as my hands slid over my breasts, pressing my aching nipples together for the barest relief. He stood there, shirtless, the low light catching the sheen of sweat across his sculpted chest. Loose grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, doing nothing to hide the thick, heavy length straining against the fabric. My mouth watered at the sight, and it took every shred of control not to drop to my knees and taste him. His gaze was molten, dark as sin, and locked on me like I was prey he’d been starving for. “Please what, Maria?” he drawled, voice rich and edged with that dangerous dominance that always made my pulse stutter. “Tell me what you want.” I swallowed, heat twisting deep in my belly. “Please… I want you.” The words spilled out in a desperate whisper, shameless. I didn’t care that I sounded depraved. It had been so long, too long, since Elias touched me, since his eyes burned for me

Maria’s POV I glanced at my reflection one last time, nerves swirling in my stomach, my heart pounding as I took in the sight of myself. The dark-blue two-piece hugged my curves perfectly, the long-sleeved top cinched at the wrists, the front gathered with a blue-tipped rope that tied just above my chest. The matching wrap skirt sat low on my hips, teasing a glimpse of thigh with every movement. Today was Saturday- the day Elias said he would take me out on a date. I’d almost canceled. Especially after Lucia’s visit two nights ago. Her public declaration of war still rang in my ears, her words chipping away at my heart brick by brick. I’d expected her to be upset about the deal falling through, but I hadn’t expected… that. This was my sister. The girl who once stood beside me in every fight, who shouldered my pain like it was hers. I knew she’d always had it harder than I did, always drawn to the kind of danger that chewed her up and spat her out. I’d tried to keep her from fal

Elias’s POV People kept testing my patience. And I was not a patient man, not by nature, not by habit. I didn’t fly into blind rages often, but when I did, it was never without cause. I could forgive once. I could forgive twice. But a third time? That was when you ended up on my radar. And trust me, no one wanted to be there. The moment Kola’s name lit up my screen while I was kissing Maria, I knew someone had crossed that invisible line. I answered, still tasting her on my tongue, and listened as he explained that I might need to get back to the office. My blood heated instantly, every vein carrying a slow, poisonous burn. The anger didn’t fully crystallize until I was driving out of her neighborhood, realizing that not only had someone dragged Maria into a storm she didn’t deserve, they had cut my time with her short. When I finally stepped into the office, the building was silent and dark, save for the sharp scent of leather and glass cleaner. Only Kola was there, waiting