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The Mute Heiress: My Ruthless Husband's Prize

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 552    |    Released on: 30/01/2026

d brushed an invisible speck of dust from h

racing. She wasn't just Elenor Becker, the mute heiress. She was "The Analyst." She moved millio

his hand. She made a gestur

"You want to read the fine

anded it

, but her touch was precise. She wasn't reading. She was testing the device's responsiveness, swiping to access the system's root directory, loo

stem process that looked su

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his face inches from hers. He h

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s. Had he seen? Did he recognize the p

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she possessed. She pointed to the corner of the screen where th

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two security guards at the door. 24/7. For your s

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thout turning around. "Fix this mess with Julia

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er hand. A drop of bright red blood welled u

r feet hit the cold floor. She stumbled to the

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bathroom vent. It was small

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The Mute Heiress: My Ruthless Husband's Prize
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“I woke up in a hospital bed with the sting of antiseptic in my nose and my body feeling like lead. My world had been turned upside down by a crash, but the nightmare was only beginning. Instead of a doctor, I found my Aunt Ursula and a man named Julian standing over me. They weren't there to comfort me; they were calculating my worth. "Poor thing," Ursula cooed, pinning my wrist to the mattress. Julian claimed he was my fiancé, even though I'd spent a year dodging his calls. I tried to scream, but my throat felt like it was filled with broken glass. They were using my silence to paint me as incompetent so they could seize my family's trust fund. Just as Julian tried to force a ring on my finger, the door slammed open. Hilliard Blackburn, the city's most ruthless billionaire, walked in and tossed a marriage certificate on the floor. "I am her legal husband," he said. "Now, get out." I was a piece of collateral, traded by my dying grandfather to pay off a debt. To Hilliard, I was just an asset in his portfolio. He didn't know that I was secretly "The Analyst," a hacker who moved millions on the dark web. He didn't know about the missing algorithm that could crash the market, or that my mentor had vanished in a lab fire. The world saw a broken, mute heiress, but I was hiding a secret that could destroy us all. I was pregnant, and my stolen code was already being auctioned to the highest bidder. With Hilliard moving into my house to monitor me, I had to find the truth before my "husband" realized I was his greatest threat.”