All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Deaf Wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ELIAS “State your name and age,” he ordered curtly. “Elias Moreno. Thirty-nine.” “Where were you on the night of Gordon’s murder?” I shrugged casually. “I was in my office. You can ask my secretary, Kola.” “I thought the lady was your secretary?” he asked, looking up with raised brows. “My male secretary then,” I corrected, smirking. He rolled his eyes but continued typing. “What was your relationship with Gordon?” “I had none with him. I hardly even saw him. I didn’t know he was the prime minister’s secretary until I heard of his death.” “But you and Boris were close,” he pressed. “We were,” I admitted with a nod. “But it would have been foolish to let each other into personal matters. Business was business.” “Are you implying that Gordon was personal?” he asked. I shrugged again. “If Boris didn’t mention it, then yes, I assume it to be personal.” “You assume, or you expect?” he asked, watching me carefully. I pinned him with a dry, unwavering look. “I

MARIA For a split second, my mind went completely blank. My heart lurched violently against my chest, as though it was trying to claw its way out. A hot rush of betrayal, confusion, and devastation hit me all at once, leaving me frozen where I stood. It wasn’t until Damon gripped my arms to steady me that I realized how weak I was, how close I had been to collapsing. Everything seemed to halt. My blurry eyes locked on the spot where the strange woman held my husband’s arm. Both of their gazes; surprised and wide, were fixed on me. “Princess.” My eyes lifted to meet Elias’s, startled and shell-shocked. I had never seen that kind of devastation on his face before. Did he think I wouldn’t come running the moment I saw the news? Or was it that he didn’t want me to? I didn’t know which was worse. “I thought something happened to you,” I whispered, my voice so quiet I wasn’t even sure he heard me. Elias abruptly shrugged his hand away from the woman’s grasp, and for the fi

ELIASBoris was playing right into my hand. He took the bait I set and fell clean into my trap. Of course, it didn’t come without fallout—but I was focused on the success, not the smoke it left behind. I knew it wouldn’t take long before I heard from him.In the meantime, I was enjoying the comfort of my wife’s growing belly—her warmth, her presence, her relentless tenderness. Maria never failed to come here every day. I didn’t let her sleep over because Isaac needed her, and we still had to be careful, but that didn’t stop her. She was unrelenting. She came to see me with bags of food, snacks, and new recipes she’d learned while waitressing at the restaurant. Everything she brought tasted heavenly, and I was sure I’d gained at least fifteen pounds since I got here.I spoke to Isaac through video calls, telling him I was out of town and not to miss me too much. The boy never failed to call, especially after Maria retired for the night. His little smile always had a way of anchoring me

ELIASThe moment we arrived at the hospital, Maria practically bolted out of the car. She ran straight toward the counter, breathless, about to speak, but Kola signaled her over. She turned immediately, stumbling in her haste to reach him. Her words came out in fragments, foreign and trembling, but Kola seemed to understand every syllable.He held her.He held her — and she let him.My teeth ground together in frustration. I wasn’t angry at her, not even a little. But it hurt, it hurt deep, to see her pull away from my touch only to collapse into someone else’s arms.My chest ached violently as I stood there in that sterile hallway, knowing that just a few steps away, I’d see my son, my tiny, happy boy, lying hooked to machines because of my own damn mistakes.A growl almost tore through my throat. My body trembled inside and out, fury and helplessness burning behind my eyes. But I forced it down. I had to stay strong, for Maria.I walked over just as Kola was explaining.“—someone po

ELIASI discarded all the other guns leaving only the one Kola gave me with the two bullets before trudging forward.The single gun in my hand felt heavy and steady. I moved forward slowly, ready for what had to happen.I had been here before, when Boris and I were tight and I was always washing his dirty linen so it wasn’t hard to scale through.I knew the house and the back routes. Old favors and old days made the entry easy.It was a large villa, with several doors leading inside but like I said— been here— so I took the shortest one he showed me then and walked in.The villa was big and quiet. I picked the small door and slipped inside without making noise.I heard distant voices, laughing and cheering. Glasses clinking in celebration.. celebrating the almost death of my son.Their laughter sounded cruel in that room. They were drinking and joking while my child lay hurt.I gritted my teeth again, the ringing loud, the voices clear. Hot rage seared through me; the heat in my veins