Novel & Cerita The Ceo's Mute Wife

My mind froze, and my feet were cemented to the spot. Caleb’s voice shattered the silence as he rushed over, his frantic eyes locking with mine for a fleeting second. I opened my mouth to deny it, to scream that it wasn’t me, but the shock on his face turned to something colder, something I had never seen before—pure, unfiltered hatred. The headlines the next morning were ruthless: "CEO’s Wife Pushes Mistress Down Stairs—Malicious Attempt at Murder". Caleb spent a fortune burying the scandal, smothering the flames before they consumed our family’s reputation. However, he never looked at me the same again.

But, as time passed by, even when Clyden had already hit it big in the digital marketing market, he still did not disclose our marriage to the public. In addition to that, Jasmine and Edith are practically shooting lasers out of their eyes for Clyden to deny our marriage in front of the public. I glanced towards Addison and saw that she was anticipating his answer as well. Clyden chuckled into the mic, making me look back up to him. “I was pertaining to questions related to business matters, but since all of you are very curious…” He smirked and looked at me. “She… is my one and only wife.” I was prepared to avoid eye contact with him, but what he said made my mouth go agape. What? What did

What happened to the first come, first serve rule in a free city like LA? Staring at his indifferent face as the door of the elevator closed got her even more upset, as she could tell that he cared less about whatever his bodyguards did to her. Disgustedly, she tore her gaze away from him. The elevator door closed with Ethan's eyes still in the same position they had been when he was staring at Eleanor's face. "Who is she?" His question had Max's brows fold in confusion and he turned to look at Ethan's steady face, in shock, while standing beside him.

another reporter asked. “My wife is a very private person and I respect her privacy,” he answered, hearing the word my wife from his mouth, feels weird. “What do you think about her handling business?” Another asked again “I think you're underestimating Ms. Ivery's business acumen,” Franco said, trying to deflect the question. “She is a shrewd businesswoman, and I'm sure she saw the advantages of our union.” He was trying to keep things vague, but he could see that the reporters were getting suspicious. He needed to change the subject. “I think we should move on to other questions now,” he said, gesturing to another reporter in the crowd.

He demanded. “Yes sir.” Nicholas nodded. Gilbert's mansion, Cecilia and Xavier were sitting inside the gazebo, which was built, a few distance from the main building. “Thanks for the meal mom. Your meal will always be the best.” Xavier smiled, wiping his mouth, with the table towel. Cecilia smiled, acknowledging his appreciation. Shortly, after Xavier was done eating, Cecilia cleared her throat and began. “Is there any information on Morgan's fake wife?” She asked, glancing at Xavier.

Cherry Gonzales was just about to speak, but suddenly, Edward behind him rushed over, took advantage of Cherry Gonzales's inattention, and snatched the phone directly from his hand! "Mr. Martel!" Cherry Gonzales wanted to snatch it back, but Edward stopped her: "I'll just say a few words to her." "Mr. Martel, my client has given me carte blanche to handle this matter. If you have anything to say, just tell me! "I will tell you? Are you my wife? How come, I would say to you? Cherry Gonzales was directly choked by Edward's words. "Attorney Cherry, let him speak."

Ace remained silent, he even gave Lance a hint to get out of the room as he paid no heed to the furious rantings Sierra was throwing at him. Sierra let out a heavy sigh when she saw her boss who also happens to be her husband staring at her nonchalantly without answering any of the blunt remarks she made earlier. "Are you deaf Mr. Valentino? You didn't hear what I said earlier, why are you so quiet? It seems like you have become mute all of a sudden!" Both of his gray eyes glinted in annoyance at Sierra. The tall and muscular man made his way closer to his wife. Ace even seemed to be observing her current appearance. The woman in front of him still looked messy, even her hair roll was still

The woman smirked, blowing me a mock kiss as Rogue leaned in to whisper something in her ear that made her giggle. I didn't turn and run. I walked out, my head down, feeling the scorching eyes of the entire floor on me. They knew. They had always known. I was the wife who wasn't a wife. I was the collateral that stayed in the basement. As I reached the elevator, the pain didn't fade. It began to calcify. It settled into a cold, heavy stone in the pit of my stomach. I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby.