Sewn Lips: Her Silent Cry For Justice
My husband told me I was a contractual obligation, an irritant he was forced to endure after a car crash stole his memory of our love five years ago. He replaced me with a social media influencer, a woman whose lies were as polished as her feed.
But when her baby was found with a small cut on her lip, she tearfully accused me of being a jealous monster who attacked an innocent child.
My husband, the man I had stood by through everything, didn't hesitate. In a blind rage, he ordered a guard to take a needle and thread and sew my lips shut.
"She needs to see nothing. Hear nothing. Say nothing," he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy.
He then had me hung upside down in the lobby of my own wellness retreat, a public spectacle for the world to condemn.
As I dangled there, bleeding and broken, I finally understood. My blind love and foolish hope had been my downfall. I had loved the wrong man, and he had utterly destroyed me.
But they made one fatal mistake. They didn't know about the hidden camera I' d planted in the baby's room. And they had no idea that my family could crush his entire empire with a single phone call.
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Chapter 4
Audrey Wallace POV:
I woke up to the distant hum of the house, a sterile quiet that felt wrong. The blinding white ceiling of my bedroom stared down at me. My body ached with a dull, persistent throbbing, but the blood was gone. Someone had cleaned me up. Jake. It had to be Jake.
Jake stood at the foot of my bed, his face pale, eyes shadowed. He had dismissed his fleeting suspicion, I knew. Elliot? Nonsense. A hallucination from pain. He' d always dismissed anything that didn't fit his narrow, amnesiac view of the world. He preferred to believe Jada's carefully crafted narrative, the one where I was the villain.
His gaze was cold again. "You are my legal wife, Audrey. A contractual obligation. Nothing more, nothing less. And you will remain so." His voice was flat, devoid of the earlier confusion. "Don't ever mention that name again. Or any other name from a past that doesn't exist for me."
He paused, a calculated glint in his eyes. "Behave, and your family's logistics empire, the one I've been investing in and subtly expanding for you, will continue to thrive. Disobey, and you will lose everything. Understood?"
I turned my head away, my jaw clenched. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a response. My silence was my only weapon now.
My heart clung to a single, burning hope: the car my father had arranged would be here soon. My escape. Real. Imminent.
Five years. Five years of this living hell. The casual cruelty, the dismissive words, the physical and emotional abuse. Each passing day had chipped away at my spirit, eroding the vibrant woman I once was. The pain was a constant companion, a dull ache that never truly subsided. I had endured it all, clinging to the phantom of a love he couldn't remember.
But that phantom was gone. Replaced by a monster.
I was done. Utterly, irrevocably done.
Suddenly, Jake's phone rang. He glanced at the screen, a soft smile touching his lips. It was Jada. He answered, his voice immediately softening.
"Jakey, darling!" Jada's voice, shrill and tearful, cut through the phone. "The baby! Something's wrong! She's bleeding! Audrey must have done this! She's always been so jealous!"
Jake's face hardened. He slammed the phone down. His eyes, now blazing with a terrifying rage, fixed on me. "You demon!" he roared. He yanked me from the bed, my still-tender skin screaming in protest. "What did you do?!"
He dragged me, half-dressed, out of the house and shoved me into his car. He drove like a maniac, tires screeching, leaving a trail of rubber on the pavement. The silence between us was thick with his fury, and my own growing despair.
We arrived at the retreat in moments. Jada rushed out, her perfectly made-up face streaked with feigned tears. Her eyes, however, were triumphant as they met mine.
"You monster!" she shrieked, her hand flying to my face. Her nails raked across my cheek, leaving angry red marks. "How could you hurt my baby?!"
"I didn't do anything!" I cried, trying to push her away. "Check the surveillance cameras! I was in my study!"
Just then, a young woman, one of my employees, stumbled forward, her face pale and trembling. She dropped to her knees before Jake, sobbing. "Mr. Foster! It's true! I saw her! Ms. Wallace… she told me to do it!"
My blood ran cold. Betrayal.
"She said… she said she was so jealous of Ms. Floyd and her beautiful children," the employee wailed, her voice cracking. "She offered me a large sum of money to… to hurt the baby, just a little. To make it look like an accident. She said Ms. Floyd needed to know her place!"
My world spun. This was a nightmare. A carefully orchestrated, malicious nightmare. "That's a lie!" I screamed, my voice hoarse. "She's lying! I would never!"
But no one was listening. A crowd of customers, drawn by the commotion, had gathered. "Monster!" someone yelled. "How could she?!" Another shouted, "I want my money back! I can't believe I trusted her with my baby!"
Someone was live-streaming the whole thing. My phone buzzed with notifications. My retreat's social media accounts were being flooded with hate. Calls for boycotts. My business partner, the one who had just confirmed the transfer, called, his voice tight with panic. He was backing out. The deal was off. My escape route, my future, was crumbling before my eyes.
Jake, his face a mask of primal fury, gently took the injured baby from Jada's trembling arms. The infant's lip was swollen, a small cut visible. He stared at me, his eyes burning with an inferno of hatred. "You call yourself a woman?" he growled, his voice a chilling whisper. "You call yourself human?"
"She deserves to be punished, Jakey!" Jada cried, clinging to his arm. "She tried to hurt our baby!"
"Oh, she'll be punished," Jake said, his eyes never leaving mine. His voice dropped to a terrifying calm. "Bring me a needle and thread."
My blood ran cold. Dread, a suffocating blanket, descended upon me. "No," I whimpered, shaking my head. "Please, Jake, no."
But he wasn't listening. A security guard, always silently obeying, appeared with a needle and thick, black thread. Jake watched, his eyes devoid of mercy, as the guard grabbed my head, forcing my chin up. The first stitch. The needle pierced my lip, a sharp, excruciating pain. I screamed, but no sound came out. Only a ragged, tearing noise. Another stitch. And another. The thread wove through my flesh, pulling my lips together, sealing them shut. Tears streamed down my face, hot and agonizing. My mouth was a raw, bloody mess. My cries were reduced to guttural mumbles.
Blood bloomed on my pure white dress, a stark contrast against the fabric.
Jake watched, his expression unyielding. "Still not enough," he muttered, his voice cold. "She needs to see nothing. Hear nothing. Say nothing." He turned to the guard. "The eyes. The ears. Stitch them too."
My body convulsed, a silent scream trapped within my stitched lips. The guard hesitated, a flicker of horror in his eyes.
"Do it!" Jake roared, his voice cracking with fury. "She tried to hurt my child! She needs to understand that she will never speak, never see, never hear again if she dares to cross me! This is for trying to destroy my family! This is for trying to hurt my baby!"
A choked, gurgling sound escaped my stitched lips. It was a laugh. A broken, hysterical laugh. I thought of my past choices. My blind love. My foolish hope. My unwavering loyalty to a man who had forgotten me, replaced me, abused me.
I loved the wrong man. I loved him with everything I had. And he had broken me. Utterly. Completely.
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9.3
Alyssa Gregory slept with Benton Steele, a recently disgraced and bankrupt heir, just to humiliate him.
She threw a massive check at his bare chest, treating the former prince of Wall Street like a cheap escort.
But Benton didn't take the charity.
Instead, he manipulated her anger, tricking her into signing an ironclad contract that surrendered absolute control of her entire trust fund to him.
When her abusive mother found out she had funded a penniless outcast, she slapped Alyssa across the face.
Her mother froze all her bank accounts, locked her inside her bedroom, and arranged to sell her off to a degenerate politician.
Desperate to escape, Alyssa climbed down her balcony, falling fifteen feet and shattering her ankle on the stones below.
Stripped of her money and freedom, she dragged her broken body to a VIP club just to publicly declare that Benton belonged to her.
She thought she was the boss, playing a rebellious game with a broken man.
But when Benton effortlessly carried her away from the club and locked her inside his rundown apartment, the terrifying calculation in his dark eyes shattered her illusion.
How could a man stripped of his entire empire still radiate such suffocating, violent power?
"You bought me," Benton whispered, his massive frame trapping her against the sofa. "That means I have to take care of you."
Physically trapped and completely broke, Alyssa stared into his consuming eyes, her mind racing to find a way to turn the tables.
7.2
Clara's husband of three years walked into their penthouse with two lawyers.
He threw a divorce agreement on the table, demanding she sign away all her assets. If she refused, he would bankrupt her family and send her mother to federal prison.
He did it all for his new girlfriend, Corinne. After stripping Clara of everything, Kane stood by while Corinne publicly humiliated her, stepping on her fingers and mocking her misery. When Kane suspected Clara might be pregnant, he dragged her to a private clinic. He forced her onto an examination table and ordered a deeply invasive medical check-up, treating her like absolute garbage just to ensure she wasn't carrying his heir.
Lying on the cold medical bed in a thin paper gown, Clara's heart completely shattered. She didn't understand how the man who once promised her forever could turn into such a ruthless monster. She was indeed pregnant, but she knew if he found out, he would steal her baby and destroy her completely.
With the help of a tech-genius friend, Clara faked a negative test result and escaped his clutches. The next day, she walked into their company, threw a bold "I QUIT" note right in the mistress's face, and walked away. Touching her belly, Clara swore she would return to make them pay for every single thing they had done.
7.2
Azura Briggs was just a broke college student working freezing valet shifts to pay her adoptive mother's crushing medical debt.
Her desperate life shattered the night a bulletproof Maybach violently cornered her in an alley, and a ruthless billionaire kidnapped her by mistake.
After a harrowing escape, Azura was forced to take a humiliating "plus-one" gig at a high-end gala just to survive. But her date turned out to be the billionaire's arrogant nephew, who promptly abandoned her to the wolves. Cornered by a sleazy executive and his psychotic wife, Azura was publicly slapped, her dress torn, and left bleeding on the floor while hundreds of elites watched in disgust.
Just as she prepared to fight to the death, the crowd violently parted. Hunter Mcintosh, the terrifying man who had kidnapped her days ago, dropped to his knees in the broken glass and wrapped his bespoke jacket around her trembling shoulders.
Azura was completely paralyzed. Why was the monster who threatened her life now destroying billionaires just to protect her?
But the illusion of safety didn't last. Trapped in his Maybach hours later, Hunter threw a draconian employment contract at her feet.
"Sign it, and her care is covered. Forever."
He knew exactly how to break her. He was offering to pay off her mother's debt, but only if she signed her life away to become his personal assistant. With no other way out, Azura picked up the heavy pen.
8.9
Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room.
She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks.
Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort.
Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800.
But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic.
He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee.
When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk.
Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror.
She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake.
Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast.
Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel.
She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile.
"Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."
7.1
"I didn't ask for any of this."
"Neither did I... but you walked into my world anyway."
Melissa Grant believed in love the way fairy tales promised it, gentle, loyal, and safe. Until the night everything shattered. Betrayed by the boy she trusted and the friend she defended, she walks away from the life she knew straight into darkness she was never meant to survive, then she meets him.
Adriano Rossi.
Feared across the city as The Devil, a mafia king who built his empire on blood, power, and silence. Cold, untouchable, and dangerously precise, he was never supposed to notice someone like her, let alone want her, but one night changes everything, and a truth that refuses to stay buried.
Because Melissa isn't just an innocent girl caught in the wrong place... she is the key to secrets powerful enough to burn empires to the ground. Her past is tied to a hidden crime legacy, her future entangled in a war she never chose, and her heart trapped between the life she lost and the man who could destroy her or save her completely.
In a world where love is a weapon and trust is a weakness, one question remains:
When the Devil wants you... do you run, or do you fall?
7.4
For five years, I abandoned my status as the heiress of the powerful Montgomery family to play the role of a poor, submissive housewife for Barrett.
Then, a bank notification popped up on my phone. Barrett had forged my digital signature and transferred our entire $50 million joint trust fund to a woman named Crista Reid.
When I called his boardroom to confront him, he humiliated me in front of a dozen Wall Street executives.
"Stop acting like a hysterical housewife. You're living in a penthouse I pay for, so don't embarrass yourself."
I broke into his encrypted laptop and uncovered the sickening truth. Crista was his mistress, and they had a five-year-old son together.
Barrett hadn't just stolen my money; he had spent years painting me as a helpless charity case he rescued, completely erasing the fact that my financial models built his entire company.
He thought I was just a discarded peasant he could manipulate, cheat on, and replace. He truly believed he held absolute power over my life.
He had no idea that I still possessed the highest security clearance of the Montgomery empire.
I pulled an old BlackBerry from a hidden wall compartment, plugged it in, and dialed my family's lawyer.
"Draft the prenup for Commodore Clayton IV," I ordered, choosing to marry Wall Street's most ruthless predator. "I'm done playing the peasant."