บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Deaf Wife: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

ELIASIf there was one thing my wife loved, it was a challenge. Just daring her to try and seduce me was enough to spark that fire in her eyes. She would get angry, but the angrier she was, the better the outcome.Maria froze for a moment on my lap, looking stunned, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling in sharp pants. Then her eyes glinted with that familiar mix of shyness and excitement.“What?” she whispered, almost breathless.“You heard me, princess,” I growled darkly, my voice low and commanding. “Do what you came here to do. Go on.” I urged, the words deliberately pushing her, challenging her.She blinked at me, her mind clearly turning, the wheels spinning behind her eyes. My chest tightened with excitement, my pulse thundering in my veins. Seeing her walk into my office had thrown me off guard, and I was rarely ever surprised.I had tried to move past the Damon issue. God knows I tried. But every time I picked her up from wherever she had fallen asleep waiting for

MARIAElias never failed to remind me of the kind of power I held over him.After the mind-blowing sex we had in his office; so intense it knocked me out on his couch. I woke up draped in his suit, only to find the office dark and empty. I yawned and stretched, a sweet ache pulsing between my legs, a gleeful smile tugging at my lips.I hadn’t thought it would work, that my husband would actually fall for my trap, but he did. And what do you know? It had been some of the best sex we’d ever had.My gaze swept across the room, but the empty silence left me frowning, wondering where Elias had gone. I tried to stand, but the moment I shifted, a sharp pain shot from my lower stomach straight to my head, so fierce it stole my breath.A sharp gasp tore from me as my hand flew to my abdomen. The shock hit me in waves. I sank back down on the couch, trembling.I tried again, pushing myself to my feet, but the pain worsened instantly, my eyes filling with tears, not from emotion, but from the ra

ELIAS“Nice to hear from you too, Edward,” I drawled noncommittally. He wasn’t going to hear me sweat.Edward laughed, the sound crawling across my skin like sharp blades dragged down my back. I wanted to take his teeth and scrape them against every wall in New York City and beyond until nothing was left.“I see you haven’t changed, Mr. Moreno. Nothing ever affects you, huh?” he growled.“And I see you’re still the coward hiding behind your uncle, just like the day I shot your father in cold blood,” I replied, each word deliberate, meant to slice.Silence. My words reeled him in exactly as I intended.“Cat got your tongue?” I tsked, taunting, mocking him dryly.“I’m not the same boy you saved all those years ago, Elias. I don’t need my uncle to make you pay,” he hissed, his voice edged with anger. Too fucking easy.“You just admitted I saved you. Yet you dare take what belongs to me? Tell me, Edward, what part of hell should I carve out for you?” My tone was flat, but my fingers shook

MARIATHREE WEEKS LATERThe pain in my stomach had returned, sharper and more excruciating than before, lasting longer this time. Untangling myself carefully from Elias’s arms, I rushed to the bathroom only to find blood trailing down my thighs.A frown creased my face as confusion settled over me. My period had never been like this, never with pain this intense, never with blood in such quantity. My mind spun with possibilities, each thought darker than the last, but no clear reason came to me.I quickly freshened up, scrubbing myself clean though the sight and stench of the blood made me nauseous. The dizziness that followed nearly knocked me off my feet.When I made it downstairs, I found Elias and Isaac in their usual father-to-son moment, and the sight warmed my heart. It never failed to make me smile. My family. My boys.At my entrance, Elias lifted his gaze to mine, his face breaking into a smile so bright and breathtaking it weakened my knees and sent butterflies swirling in m

MARIA Kola weaved through New York City like a madman, his hands gripping the wheel with bone-deep determination. Horns blared behind us, curses from angry drivers flying after us like stones hurled from every direction. The city’s chaos wrapped around us, but the real chaos was inside the car. My entire body was trembling, my bottom half rising off the seat each time Kola swerved sharply or braked hard. My hands clung to the roof handle like my life depended on it. In a way, it did. When I dared to glance behind us, my stomach sank. Two cars. Not one, two. Both sleek, black Ashton Martins, their windows so tinted it was impossible to see who was inside. They were like predators in the night, elegant but deadly, stalking our every move. Every turn we took, they took. Every lane change Kola made, they mirrored, their bumpers ramming into our car, jerking us violently. They hit us on both sides, metal grinding, sparks flying, but Kola didn’t slow down. If anything, he grew