My Mute Bride Novels & Stories

Muk Khai Khai to his bride, who was still in her wedding costume, and her veil covering her whole face and head. Mr. Muk Khai Khai sat down on his wedding bed, already completed with some red roses on it, and a piece of cloth of virginity blood on it. “I know you don’t love me... But I’ll make you love me in the days and time we’ll have been spending together later on, Xiu Mei...” The bride was still silent and stationary, sitting silently on the bed, with her quietness and quietude.

My blood turned cold. Erica? That name—my sister’s name. The sister I believed had died. I turned. There she was. Grown up. Alive. Beautiful. Smiling. What the hell? “Louis, meet your real bride. She’s not mute, like this one here. Would you divorce your wife and marry her instead?” my stepmother asked like this was some kind of twisted game show. I couldn't breathe. My jaw dropped. Tears filled my eyes. She wasn’t dead. All those years of suffering. All that silence. I had pretended to be mute to gain sympathy while she was hidden and pampered?

Who knew he was actually mute? [There's no way a family like the Clarkes would really marry their daughter to a mute.] Mute. Mute... Silently scrolling through the comments, I felt coldness spread through my body all over again. Finally unable to bear it anymore, I pulled out my suitcase. "Mr. Simpson, what are you doing?" I didn't have many belongings, so packing was quick. Since Madison had already decided to cancel the engagement, there was obviously no way I could continue staying at the Clarke residence.

Today, the man she had been forced to accept would become her husband. The wedding had been scheduled for the afternoon, to give her enough time to get ready. After a silent breakfast with her mother, the preparations began. An army of makeup artists and stylists had been invited to transform her into a gorgeous bride. Her hair had been washed, curled, and pinned into soft waves, with a few delicate strands framing her face. A thin silver tiara was gently tucked into the top of her hair. Her makeup was flawless — light enough to show her features, yet polished enough to hide the slight puffiness under her eyes from lack of sleep and the fading bruise on her cheek. Her lips were painted a pal

Wiping the cold water from my face, I gave a small smile to the camera. “Vincent, I’m going to be with my mom now. Goodbye.” I ended the recording and set my phone aside. Then, I closed my eyes and jumped from the top of the Empire State Building. Meanwhile, inside St. Patrick’s Cathedral, the wedding had begun, and Vincent and Elena were about to exchange rings. Vincent picked up the Medici family’s blue diamond ring. Just as he was about to place it on Elena’s finger, a sudden wave of unease hit him. As the ring slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, a ripple of gasps spread through the guests. Elena’s smile froze on her face.

It was bizarre, to say the least. The old me would've thought his gesture meant that I mattered to him, at least in some way. Now, I wouldn't even hire him to be the opening act for a cheap circus with abused animals. Zachary strode back to me and clamped a hand around my chin. He held up his phone with his other hand and pointed its camera at my face. "Look into the camera and repeat after me. Tell her you welcome the baby and will step away as my wife. Tell her you wish us happiness."

the person said before ending the call. The woman who communicated in Morse code sighed, feeling her eyes sting with impending tears. Remembering how her husband professed love to his mistress was painful. She walked slowly to her room and paused at the large mirror in the hallway. The reflection showed a beautiful woman with slightly wavy brown hair, though her eyes were swollen from sadness. The blue of her eyes was unique, her figure slender—perhaps not as voluptuous as Sophia's, but well-proportioned. The blue-eyed woman was undeniably attractive, if not for the cruel disability caused by a childhood accident that left her mute. She communicated through sign language and Morse code, some

The door opened with a sharp thud as he pushed it. There she was—his new bride. Lying on the bed like a silent shadow, her face still covered by the veil she had worn since the wedding. She flinched at the sound of the door, slowly pushing herself up on the mattress. But she didn’t say a word. Of course she didn’t. His eyes narrowed. "You really are mute, aren’t you?" he said coldly, voice like a blade. She didn’t respond. Just kept looking down. He took a step closer, eyes burning with anger, confusion, and betrayal.

They chuckled. The scene is that Liam was gazing upon her and His brothers were gazing upon him. Soon the bride and groom came there and sat on the chairs for them. Turn by turn everyone greeting and congratulating them. "Is she mute?" Liam thought as he was observing her continuously. She didn't utter a single word and whom she met, she was talking with her hand's gestures. "Brother, if you are done of staring at her, can we go to congratulate the couple?" Aiden interrupted Liam's thoughts.

"I promise to always be there for you, through the good times and the bad. I promise to understand every single emotion you experience. I may not be perfect, but I promise to be the best partner for you." “Will you marry me once again and make your CONTRACTED MUTE OF A HUSBAND, a real husband?” "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Chloe screamed with excitement, stretching out her hands. Zach placed the ring on her finger, and Chloe sealed the moment with a passionate kiss. THE END