All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Deaf Wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elias POV She rushed to me immediately her eyes met mine and my arms were already open to receive her. I couldn’t believe she was here, that the voice I was hearing wasn’t from my imagination. “You are awake.” She sighed clinging to me tightly. I inhaled her scent, my own eyes stinging slightly. I thought I wouldn’t get to see her again. Wouldn’t get to hear her voice, kiss her lips or make love to her again. The thought scared me more than dying itself. Maria pulled back just enough to scan me, her eyes darting over my face, my chest, and the bandages wrapped around my torso. “Are you okay? What are you doing standing? Do you still feel pain? We need to speak to the—” I slammed my lips to hers before she could finish, swallowing whatever protest was about to follow. She gasped slightly, the sound giving me more access to her mouth and I didn’t waste any time. I slid my tongue into her, sucking hers and biting her lower lip. She moaned into me, fingers digging into my back

Maria’s POV I woke up to Elias’s scent still hovering around my nose, but the bed beside me was empty. I stretched languidly, letting out a soft yawn before my eyes roamed the vast room, really taking in my surroundings for the first time. Light poured in generously through the floor-to-ceiling windows that covered two sides of the wall. The room was massive- easily three times the size of my apartment- its every corner speaking of money and taste. The walls were painted a deep shade of charcoal, sleek and modern, while the furniture mirrored the same aesthetic. Black leather armchairs sat around a glass coffee table, polished so clean I could see my reflection. A king-sized bed, draped in thick black and grey sheets, dominated the center, while abstract art in muted silvers and whites hung on the walls, adding to the intimidating grandeur. Even the rug beneath my toes was plush and soft, but the color- a heavy, storm-cloud gray- seemed designed to absorb warmth ra

Maria’s POV“I’m sorry, ma’am. Mr. Moreno warned us not to let you leave the premises,” Burly One was speaking, but I wasn’t listening. Just like none of them had been listening since I told them I wasn’t staying here one more day.“And I am telling you, Burly. I am leaving. Right now. Call your boss and tell him that!” I snapped, my face carved with finality, leaving no room for debate.They exchanged confused glances, and I folded my arms across my chest, daring them to test me.“Go on,” I urged, voice sharp as glass. “I’m waiting.”Hesitation hung in the air before Burly One finally picked up his phone. His hands shook as he dialed, pressing the device to his ear. My own pulse thudded, tongue pressed against the roof of my mouth as the line rang once… twice… three times—Then he picked up.He actually picked up!And I’d been calling him for three days straight with no answer, no returned messages. Nothing. The infuriating jerk.“I’m sorry, Mr. Moreno, but we have a bit of a problem

MARIAI woke up restless, the sheets sticking to my skin. My body was hot, but not from the weather. The faint scent of cedarwood and spice crept into my senses, sharp enough to cut through the haze of sleep, and my lashes fluttered open.And there he was.Elias.Sitting at the edge of my bed like he owned the space, half in shadow, half caught in the glow of the night lamp. He was still dressed from head to toe, black suit pants, polished shoes, and a white shirt that fit too perfectly across his chest. He had pushed the sleeves up to his elbows, his forearms hard and veined, like he had just come from a meeting and couldn’t even wait to change before showing up here.My stomach flipped. He looked powerful, untouchable, and so out of place in my bedroom, yet all too comfortable in it.Then I realized what I was wearing.The thin satin slip I had thrown on last night barely covered me. The straps clung to my shoulders, the hem cut high against my thighs, and the neckline was low enoug

MARIAElias went to work, leaving just Isaac and I. Today was the day the nanny had her off, and panic had already set in.If there was anything that grounded me before I left, it was Isaac. Just the thought of seeing him the next day, playing with him, being free with him, those were the things that eased the ache in my chest.But not this morning. Right now, the ache was alive, throbbing in full force, and Isaac himself was the cause.I watched him stir in his sleep, his usual little frown still etched on his face as he stretched both arms upward like he was expecting someone to scoop him up. My heart skyrocketed so fast it almost hurt. I shot to my feet, too quickly, and rushed to the doorway, perching there like a coward so he wouldn’t see me and cry.I watched as he blinked awake fully, his sleepy gaze drifting around the room. Usually, this was the time he got his bath, but my feet were rooted in place. Frozen.What if he cried again?What if he asked for Elias?A dozen what ifs