All Chapters of Obsessed with His Unwanted Mute Bride : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The night of the divorce party, Beverly stood in the mansion's service hallway wearing a black uniform that made her look like every other member of the wait staff. Her hair was pulled back in a severe bun, her face bare of makeup except for the concealer she'd used to hide the fading marks from Diro's harsh soap treatment.She looked exactly like what Faye intended her to be: invisible help.Through the doorway, Beverly could see the main ballroom transformed into something from a magazine. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over tables draped in white silk, elaborate flower arrangements perfumed the air, and a string quartet played soft classical music in the corner.It was beautiful. Elegant. The kind of party that would be featured in society magazines and talked about for months.And it was celebrating the end of her marriage."Remember," Rosa, the event coordinator, said to the assembled wait staff, "this is a high-profile event. The guests are important people. Be invisible, b

Beverly didn't remember how she got back to the divorce party. One moment she was on her knees in Diro's study, clutching pieces of torn contract, and the next she was standing in the ballroom doorway holding a tray of empty champagne glasses.The party was still in full swing. Guests laughed and chatted in small groups, the string quartet played soft jazz, and Faye held court near the main bar, telling a circle of admirers some witty story that had them all hanging on her every word.It was as if the last hour hadn't happened. As if Beverly's dreams hadn't just been destroyed in the cruelest way possible.She moved through the crowd mechanically, refilling glasses, clearing plates, invisible once again in her server's uniform. But something was different. The careful composure she'd maintained for years, the ability to swallow her pain and keep functioning, was cracking.Beverly could feel it starting deep in her chest - a pressure building like steam in a kettle, threatening to expl

Beverly didn't sleep that night. She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, David Morrison's terrified voice echoing in her head. The way his professional confidence had crumbled the moment Diro spoke to him. The way he'd immediately agreed to drop her case rather than face whatever consequences Diro had threatened.She'd put an innocent man in danger. A good man who'd only wanted to help her had become a target because of her desperate attempt at freedom.At 6 AM, Beverly crept out of the mansion and walked to the same payphone she'd used before. Her hands shook as she dialed the law firm's number, praying David would answer personally rather than his secretary."Morrison, Klein & Associates," came his voice, tight with strain.Beverly managed a soft sound to let him know she was there."Beverly?" David's voice was cautious, fearful. "You shouldn't be calling here."Beverly had prepared what she needed to say, had practiced the few words she could manage. "I... fire... you."The silence

The news of Vanya's sudden release hit the media the next morning. "Charges Dropped Due to Insufficient Evidence," the headlines read. "Engineering Executive Cleared of All Wrongdoing."Beverly read the articles on her phone during her lunch break, tears of relief streaming down her face. Vanya was free. Her friend would go home to her own bed tonight instead of a jail cell.The price Beverly had paid was worth it.At least, that's what she told herself as she returned to the mansion that afternoon to find Faye waiting for her with a bucket, rubber gloves, and a smile that could cut glass."Oh good, you're back," Faye said, her voice dripping with false cheer. "I have some exciting news to share."Beverly looked at the cleaning supplies with growing dread."Your husband told me about your little legal adventure," Faye continued, clearly savoring every word. "How you signed away every right you ever had like the desperate little creature you are. I have to say, I'm impressed by the tho

The bell rang at six in the morning. Beverly jolted awake in her narrow bed, her body still aching from yesterday's work, her hands throbbing beneath their bandages. For one confused moment, she didn't know where she was—the room was too small, the ceiling too low, the air too stale. Then memory crashed back like a wave, drowning her all over again. The servants' quarters. Room 7. Her new home. The bell rang again, more insistent this time. A sharp, demanding sound that echoed through the thin walls. Beverly recognized it—the service bell in the master bedroom, the one meant to summon staff when the family needed something. When they needed something. She sat up slowly, her body protesting every movement. Through the small window, dawn was just breaking, painting the service entrance in shades of gray and rust. The rest of the mansion would still be sleeping—everyone except whoever was ringing that bell with increasing urgency. Faye. Beverly's stomach twisted. She knew, someh