The Mute Heiress's Fake Marriage Pact

I was finally brought back to the billionaire Vance estate after years in the grimy foster system, but the luxury Lincoln felt more like a funeral procession. My biological family didn't welcome me with open arms; they looked at me like a stain on a silk shirt. They thought I was a "defective" mute with cognitive delays, a spare part to be traded away. Within hours of my arrival, my father decided to sell me to Julian Thorne, a bitter, paralyzed heir, just to secure a corporate merger. My sister Tiffany treated me like trash, whispering for me to "go back to the gutter" before pouring red wine over my dress in front of Manhattan's elite. When a drunk cousin tried to lay hands on me at the engagement gala, my grandmother didn't protect me-she raised her silver-topped cane to strike my face for "embarrassing the family." They called me a sacrificial lamb, laughing as they signed the prenuptial agreement that stripped me of my freedom. They had no idea I was E-11, the underground hacker-artist the world was obsessed with, or that I had already breached their private servers. I found the hidden medical records-blood types A, A, and B-a biological impossibility that proved my "parents" were harboring a scandal that could ruin them. Why bring me back just to discard me again? And why was Julian Thorne, the man supposedly bound to a wheelchair, secretly running miles at dawn on his private estate? Standing in the middle of the ballroom, I didn't plead for mercy. I used a text-to-speech app to broadcast a cold, synthetic threat: "I have the records, Richard. Do you want me to explain genetics to the press, or should we leave quietly?" With the "paralyzed" billionaire as my unexpected accomplice, I walked out of the Vance house and into a much more dangerous game.

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Chapter 7

The humiliation rippled outward. Daphne was sputtering, trying to defend her jewelry, but the damage was done. The whispers shifted from Elara to Daphne.

"Fake?"

"Can the family not afford real gems anymore?"

Tiffany emerged from the bathroom, realized her zipper was fine, and saw her friend floundering. She charged back into the fray.

"Leave her alone!" Tiffany shrieked at Elara. "You jealous little witch! You're just trying to embarrass everyone because you're miserable!"

Elara turned to walk away. She headed for the exit, needing to escape the suffocating air.

But the path was blocked.

Lance, a cousin of the Vance family, swayed in front of her. He was drunk, his tie loose, his eyes glassy and predatory.

"Hey, cousin," Lance slurred. "Where you going? The party's just starting."

He stepped closer. "You know, Julian can't... perform. You're gonna be lonely."

He reached out and stroked Elara's arm. His hand was damp.

Elara stepped back. "Don't," she mouthed.

"Oh, playing hard to get?" Lance laughed. "Come on. You're just a foster kid. You're used to roughing it."

He grabbed her wrist. Hard.

Across the room, Julian saw it. He stopped listening to the senator. His hands gripped the wheels of his chair. His knuckles popped. He watched Elara. What will you do? he thought. Are you a victim, or are you a survivor?

Elara stared at Lance's hand on her wrist. The smell of bourbon on his breath triggered a memory-a foster father, a locked door, a belt.

Something inside her snapped. The dissociation vanished, replaced by cold, hard rage.

She didn't speak. She didn't scream. She used the lessons learned in the playgrounds of the state wards, where fighting wasn't an art, but a necessity.

Lance yanked her toward him.

Elara stepped into the pull rather than away from it. She brought her heel down hard on his instep-the sensitive metatarsal bones crunching under her weight. As he gasped, she twisted her wrist against his thumb, using leverage rather than strength to break his grip.

Lance stumbled back, tripping over his own feet. He fell hard, crashing into a waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes. The sound of shattering glass silenced the room.

Lance howled, clutching his foot. "She attacked me! The crazy bitch attacked me!"

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