The Discarded Heiress And Her Fake Mute Husband

Chapter 3

Word Count: 823 | Released on: 16/10/2026

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ay from the woman pushing his chair

minutes she had broken a man's shoulder for him and laid her hand on his throat,

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The Discarded Heiress And Her Fake Mute Husband

Noah Reed Modern

“After spending eighteen years in the rugged Appalachian mountains, I was finally brought back to my wealthy biological family in Manhattan. But there was no warm welcome waiting for me. My biological mother looked at me with pure disgust, calling me a vulgar stray, while she fiercely protected the fake daughter who had stolen my life. The fake daughter had a massive problem. She was bound by a legally binding marriage covenant to the Hopkins family heir-a man who was reportedly a deaf, mute, and violent invalid after a yacht explosion. Terrified of marrying a ruined man, she cried and manipulated our mother into a cruel scheme. "If Deidre takes my place, the family trust is saved. Isn't that the perfect outcome?" Without a second thought, my mother agreed to amend the contract, throwing me to the wolves to protect her precious fake child. They thought I was just a clueless country girl they could use as a sacrificial pawn, destined to rot away cleaning up after a crippled outcast. They thought they had buried me alive. But what they didn't know was that I had already met this "helpless mute" in a back alley-and he was actually a ruthless underground boss pulling the strings of the city's elite. And I certainly wasn't just a helpless girl from the mud, either. Looking at the drafted marriage transfer contract on my phone, a cold smile spread across my face. "Marry the little mute? This game just got interesting."”