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The Mute Heiress: My Ruthless Husband's Prize

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 550    |    Released on: 30/01/2026

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hen walked in, holding a clip

e moved around the bed, checking the mo

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s nodded

e clipboard on the bed and pulled a small white device from her pocket. S

abbing Elenor's hand. "You

and alert. The fragility was g

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from the bedside table. S

issing. The lab... El, the lab burned d

ugh the paper. Gone. T

again. My

owered her voice further. "And the baby... is fine too. The heartbeat is strong.

l Hilliard I have amnesia. D

hy? He's your husband. He

The Analyst, he won't protect me. He will lo

ighed, rubbing her temples.

last thing. I n

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ard. "Mr. Blackburn sai

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tated. Then, th

er lashes flutter weakly against her cheeks. But under the shee

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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.”