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The Mute Heiress: My Ruthless Husband's Prize

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 431    |    Released on: 30/01/2026

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of the scrubs. He shook he

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dug into her arm, bruising the skin

mouthed. No s

There was no plea in her eyes, no request for salvation. Instead, there was a cold, clear message: This cir

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car door. He was s

the plan. This was not part of the plan. She closed her ey

the Rolls

buttoned his jacket. He took a drag of th

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ked at Julian's hand, which wa

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her flush against his chest. The wool of his suit was rough

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The Mute Heiress: My Ruthless Husband's Prize
The Mute Heiress: My Ruthless Husband's Prize
“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.”