All Chapters of Signed In Silence : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

WrenAfter I rushed out of embarrassment or what felt like sweet shame, I was so thankful the workers who left late did not notice me. I wiped my eyes and felt a rush of heat on my cheeks.Was that tears of regret or something more...I did like it, but—And then it hit me... fuck! I had a boyfriend. How do I face him after what just happened? It's not like he was around when it occurred. But I wouldn't want the guilt to eat me up....He's sweet. He'll definitely understand."Taxi—" I hailed the cab and gave him my direction.I noticed the stolen glances the driver shot at me. He was probably thinking I got dumped."Miss, you okay?" He looked through the rearview mirror with concern written on his face.I wiped my face and calmly tried not to reveal my worries. After all, he's a stranger."Yeah... yes, I am. Why don't I look okay?" I queried, to be sure not to scare him—or myself."Well, you look like hell broke loose on you. But since you said you're fine, then that's good."He incre

Wren's POV My boss didn't ask me a single question. Neither did he demand to know why his assistant was standing in his private lobby at eleven o'clock on a stormy Tuesday night, looking like she’d been dragged out of a river. He just looked at the security guard, muttered, "She’s cleared," and turned toward the elevator. He didn't hold the heavy door for me. He didn't look back to see if I was following. But as the indicator light ticked upward, he waited. I followed him because the alternative was the street, and the street smelled like the rain that had washed my entire life down a storm drain. Inside the elevator, the silence was suffocating. I stood in the corner, watching dirty water drip from the hem of my coat onto his immaculate marble floor. In the polished steel of the elevator walls, my reflection looked back at me. With a pale, hollow eyed, a total stranger. At the last second, just as the gears groaned and the doors began to slide open onto the executive penthouse,

Wren's Pov I wasn't sure if this decision was right. But either I ruin him or this ruins me. I calmed down after Leander gave me minutes to think about it again. I was pissed but at the same time, I wanted a way out. It wasn't like this was the end of things. Who knows. After the time was over, I took the contract and went through to read the terms. I lowered my head and scanned every page. TERMS: 1. Duration. This contract shall remain in effect for a period of two (2) years from the date of execution. 2. Consideration. Upon execution of this contract, The Husband shall provide the following to The Wife: a) A residence of her choosing, fully furnished and maintained. b) A monthly allowance of [$30,000] for personal expenses. c) Full legal leverage over Raphael Caine's financial accounts, including but not limited to all assets, properties, and shell companies currently under Harrow & Steele's investigation. 3. Obligations of The Wife. The Wife agrees to:

WrenThe next morning, I woke up in Leander's penthouse.The room was beautiful. Expensive and cold.Just like him.I lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling. The sheets were silk. The pillows were impossibly soft. The view from the floor-to-ceiling windows showed the entire city sprawled beneath me like a glittering map.I wished it felt like a dream.Instead, it felt like a cage.I replayed the gala in my head. The look on Raphael's face when Leander said my wife. The silence of the crowd. The way everything had frozen for just a moment—like the entire world, had stopped to watch my life implode.But I just felt empty.I forced myself out of bed and walked toward the closet.I stopped in the doorway.The closet was massive. It was filled with clothes I'd never seen before. Designer dresses. Tailored suits. Shoes in every color. All in my size.Leander had prepared for this.I ran my fingers over the fabric. Silk. Cashmere. Wool. Everything was soft. Expensive. Nothing like

Wren I couldn't shake the thought of knowing what the fire meant. The word echoed in my head every time I closed my eyes, every time I looked at Leander. What fire? What happened? Why wouldn't he tell me? I tried to let it go but failed. ♧♧♧ A few days after, there was charity dinner held at a hotel downtown. Everything was immaculate, expensive, and carefully curated. I felt like a fraud walking through the doors. Leander's hand was on the small of my back, guiding me in. I could feel the adrenaline rush through my body. I mentally shook the feeling away. He didn't look at me as we entered. I wondered if he ever stopped behaving like a spy. "Smile," he murmured softly into my ears. I forced out a smile. "Don't look at them like they're prey." I blinked. "What?" "You're looking at them like they're prey." I looked away. "Is that what you want?. You want me to be a hunter?" "I want you to be whatever you need to be to survive." His voice was flat. "Right no