The Mute Heiress: Her Cold Silent Revenge

The Pierre Hotel smelled of old money and stale ambition, but all I could taste was the copper of my own rage. I stood in the back of the ballroom, a "mute" shadow in a silk dress, watching my sister Brande play the grieving saint on stage. She wiped away a fake tear, telling the crowd I was too "unstable" to attend my own engagement party. In reality, I was watching her share a secret, intimate squeeze with my fiancé, Chase Sterling, right under the blinding spotlight. When I finally hit "execute" and projected the video of them together in a hotel suite for the entire elite crowd to see, the room went cold. But the nightmare was just beginning. Instead of apologizing, my father crushed his scotch glass and told me to fix the mess. He demanded I issue a public statement claiming I had a mental breakdown and "hallucinated" the whole thing. "If you don't corroborate the Deepfake story, I'll have you committed to a facility with barred windows," he hissed. Brande just smirked from the corner, mocking me for being a "mute waste of space" who didn't even realize my own trust fund had paid for the diamonds around her neck. I realized then that in this family, silence wasn't a disability—it was a target. They thought because I didn't speak, I didn't have a voice. They thought they could use my silence to bury the truth and save their precious stock prices. They were wrong. I didn't just leak a video; I had the keys to every secret they ever tried to hide. I walked out of that hotel and straight into the black sedan of Julian Curtis, my father’s most ruthless rival and the only man who knew what really happened the night of the blizzard in Aspen. I handed him the encrypted files that would trigger a hostile takeover of my family’s empire. As the city blurred past, I looked at the man who held my future in his hands and typed one final message on my phone. "I'm not here to be saved. I'm here to be the knife."

Chapters

Chapter 6

Isla cut through the dance floor. Bodies pressed against her, hot and sweaty, but she didn't feel them. Her vision was tunneled on Brande's hand.

Brande saw Isla coming. "Oh god, the mute is here! Get her away from me!"

Chase stood up. He swayed, drunk and angry. He blocked Isla's path. "Get lost, Isla. You aren't welcome here."

Isla held up her phone. _Give me the ring. I leave._

Chase slapped the phone out of her hand. It skittered across the floorboards. The screen shattered.

Isla looked at the broken glass. Then she looked at him.

Her silence wasn't empty anymore. It was dangerous.

Chase reached for Isla's shoulder. "I'm talking to you!"

Isla didn't move. As his fingers closed on her shoulder, she met his furious gaze with a dead calm. She didn't flinch. She simply lifted her free hand, holding a full glass of ice water she'd picked up from an empty table. With deliberate slowness, she tilted it, pouring the freezing contents directly onto the expensive DJ mixing board next to their booth. Sparks flew. The smooth jazz music died with a violent screech of feedback, plunging the immediate area into a shocking silence punctuated by the crackle of shorting electronics.

The music stopped.

Brande gasped, spilling her drink. "Security!"

In the ensuing chaos, as people yelled and the staff rushed toward the smoking equipment, Isla lunged for Brande. Brande was distracted, momentarily stunned. Isla grabbed her left hand.

"Get off me!" Brande clawed at Isla's face. Her nails raked down Isla's neck, stinging like fire.

Isla yanked the ring off Brande's finger.

Two bouncers grabbed Isla from behind. They slammed her onto the table. The wood dug into her ribs.

Chase scrambled up. He grabbed a heavy glass bottle from the table. His eyes were murderous. He raised it over Isla's head.

"Stop."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried the weight of absolute authority.

Everyone froze.

Julian Curtis stood at the top of the stairs. He held an unlit cigar, looking down at them like they were insects in a jar.

Chase lowered the bottle, his face draining of color. "Mr. Curtis..."

Julian walked down the stairs. The crowd parted for him. He moved with a predatory grace, slow and deliberate.

He stopped in front of their table. He didn't look at Chase. He looked at Isla, pinned against the table, bleeding from the neck, clutching the ring in her fist.

"Let her go," Julian said to the bouncers.

They released Isla instantly.

She stood up, smoothing her jacket. Her neck throbbed. She looked at Julian.

He stared at the scratch on her neck. A flicker of annoyance crossed his face. "Sterling," he said, his voice bored. "You're fighting women in my club?"

"She attacked me!" Chase whined. "She's crazy! She destroyed the sound system!"

"I saw self-defense," Julian said.

He held out his hand to Isla. "Phone broken?"

Isla nodded, wary.

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a sleek, black phone. He unlocked it and handed it to her.

"Use mine."

Isla stared at the device. Taking it felt like signing a contract she hadn't read. But she had no choice.

She took it. The metal was warm from his body.

Continue to next part

"My father sold me to a sixty-year-old monster to clear his gambling debts. So, I made a desperate gamble of my own." Seventeen-year-old Isabella Rossi has two choices: become the broken plaything of a sadistic mafia Capo, or do the unthinkable. She chooses the latter. Sneaking into a high-end speakeasy, she slips an aphrodisiac into the whiskey of the deadliest man in New York—Damien Falcone, the ruthless Underboss of the Falcone family. Her plan was simple: steal his seed, secure his protection, and run. But you don’t drug a predator and expect to walk away. When Damien wakes up, he doesn’t kill her. Instead, he claims her. "You intercepted a delivery meant for my enemy. Turns out, it was you. Now, you are my Collateral."

Action Mafia Modern

9.6

His Choice Wasn't Me

9.6

"I don't want you. I hate you." Those words from her only son slice deeper than any blade. Sarah returns from the hospital expecting love, only to find her place at the family table stolen. Her husband, James, stands arm in arm with Tiana - his late brother's widow, while her son clings to the other woman's waist, rejecting his own mother. The betrayal does not end there. After a confrontation with Tiana, she woke up in an abandoned building, her hands tied, and mouth taped. Beside her was Tiana too. Tied. James stood, his confused gaze darting from Tiana to Sarah. And then came the baritone voice from one of the kidnappers: "One life. One choice. You can only save one. Choose!" Sarah turned, seeing how Tiana was communicating with the kidnappers with her eyes. She struggled to let James see the truth; that this was all a setup. But she couldn't. Her mouth was tapped. But then, like a match striking steel, James' voice came brittle and final. "Tiana." He chose his ex over his own wife. Over the mother of his child. Sarah was abandoned in the warehouse. Immediately they left, the warehouse exploded, covered in flames. And Sarah's screams and cries inside, filled the night. Did Sarah survive the fire outbreak? If she did, can they stand her revenge when she finally returns?

Action Modern Romance

8.3

His Dead Lover In A New Body

8.3

Imogen Montgomery was the perfect billionaire heiress, deeply in love and ready to marry her fiancé, Clark Ellis. That all ended the night her cousin Kathleen ripped the sapphire pendant from her neck and pushed her into a pool of toxic chemicals to die. Two years later, Imogen's eyes snapped open. But she didn't wake up in a hospital. She woke up tied to a stained mattress, trapped in the battered body of Briana, a teenage girl from the slums who had just been sold to a local trafficker. After violently fighting her way out of a cheap motel, she discovered the horrifying truth. Kathleen had taken over the Montgomery Group. She had locked Imogen's grieving parents away in a psychiatric facility as prisoners. And worst of all, Kathleen was now flaunting her stolen wealth online, preparing to marry Clark. A wave of pure, white-hot rage boiled in her blood. Kathleen had murdered her, stolen her family, and was playing the perfect grieving cousin. How was she supposed to fight back? She was just a runaway nobody now. If she tried to expose the truth, Kathleen's security would shoot her dead in the street. She needed a weapon. She needed a shield. She needed the one man Kathleen feared. Covered in mud and blood, Briana intercepted Clark's car in the freezing rain. She was going to infiltrate his home as his vulgar, unhinged fake mistress, and she would drag Kathleen straight down to hell.

Action Modern Romance

9.4

MY HIDDEN IDENTITY OF BETRAYAL AND REVENGE

9.4

I used to believe love meant enduring. Staying. Shrinking myself so someone else could grow. I told myself it was worth it-hiding who I was, working jobs I never had to work, pretending my life was smaller than it was. I loved him. I thought that was enough. It wasn't. He chose her. My best friend looked me in the eyes and took everything I had built with him. And I remember standing there, wondering how I could feel so empty when my heart was still beating. For a long time, I blamed myself. For trusting too much. For giving too much. For not being enough. But I'm tired of carrying guilt that was never mine. I am not broken. I was betrayed. And there's a difference. I'm going back-not to beg, not to explain-but to take back the parts of myself I abandoned. My name. My power. My voice. They don't know who I really am, and that might be the only advantage I have left. Then he appears-calm, powerful, watching me like he sees the cracks I try to hide. And suddenly, revenge doesn't feel as simple as it used to. Neither does healing. This is my second chance. Not to love recklessly... but to choose myself, even if it changes everything.

Action Mystery Romance

8.4

My Vengeance Wears Her Dead Mate's Skin

8.4

After her mate is brutally murdered by a power-hungry Alpha, a female werewolf undertakes a gruesome path to retribution. Driven by grief and a thirst for justice, she dons the skin of her deceased partner to infiltrate the high-ranking circles of her enemies. This dark masquerade forces her to navigate a world of pack politics and lethal secrets. As she hunts those responsible, she must balance her humanity against the monster she is becoming.

Action Fantasy Werewolf

8.7

Reborn Heiress: Dragging Traitors To Hell

8.7

The world was a symphony of agony, played on the strings of my own body. I was tied to a chair in a damp basement, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth as my fingernails were ripped from their beds by a pair of rusty pliers. My best friend, Corrine, stepped into the flickering light wearing my favorite Chanel suit and the engagement ring that was supposed to be mine. Beside her, my fiancé Aldo held the pliers, his voice smooth and cultured as he demanded I sign over my entire inheritance to them. As I struggled, a news report flashed on an old TV in the corner: Hunter Gallagher, the man I had treated like dirt but who had always tried to protect me, was dead in a horrific car explosion. Corrine laughed, whispering in my ear that they had lured him to his death using a fake kidnapping tip. He died trying to save me from a trap set by the people I trusted most. They didn't just want my money; they wanted to erase me. They plunged a needle full of heroin into my neck, watching with cold, mocking eyes as my heart hammered against my ribs and finally seized into nothingness. I died in that basement, a blind, spoiled girl who had let her true protector be murdered. As the darkness closed in, my soul burned with a single, silent vow: If I ever get another life, I will drag you both to hell with me. Suddenly, I gasped for air, my lungs fighting against a weight that wasn't there. I wasn't in the basement; I was in my own bed, my fingernails intact and my skin unbroken. I checked my phone, and my heart stopped—it was May 20th, exactly one year before my death. Hunter was still alive, and this time, I wasn't the prey.

Action Billionaire Fantasy

The Mute Heiress: Her Cold Silent Revenge

Chapter 6

You may also like