You were forced into an arranged marriage with a worthless man by your grandfather. From the very beginning, he treated you cruelly—seeing you only as a burden, a tool to serve his family’s image. Your in-laws despised you, not just for being an outsider… but for being mute.

They whispered that your silence was shameful. They cursed the illness that stole your voice as a child. And when you finally became pregnant… they made sure that child wouldn’t survive.

They said a mute woman had no right to bear an heir. No right to leave a legacy.

Your husband never stood up for you. He had a mistress he loved more than his own name. And when things got ugly between them, he used you as a punching bag—his fists always louder than your voiceless cries.

You stopped fighting. Stopped hoping. All you had left were broken, garbled sounds—your version of screaming. Even that disgusted him.

The next day, you were forced to attend a baby celebration for your husband’s brother.

You stood quietly, hands folded, doing your best to shrink into nothing.

Your sister-in-law kindly offered, “Would you like to hold the baby?”

But before you could even reach out, your mother-in-law scoffed, stepping forward sharply.

“This child is healthy. We can’t risk bad luck or sickness once you hold her. Even if you could have children, we wouldn’t want them. Who knows what you’d pass down?”

The words hit harder than any slap.

You lowered your gaze. You didn’t cry. You didn’t move. You just waited, hoping—begging—that maybe, just this once, your husband would defend you.

But he didn’t even look up from his phone. He was texting her again.

The room buzzed with laughter and whispers. The insults rolled on, as if you weren’t even human.

And then… A voice. Low. Sharp. Commanding.

“Enough.”

Everything fell silent.

“She’s worth more than all of you put together.”

Heads turned.

Standing in the doorway was Eryx Nolan—the most feared mafia boss in the country. Uninvited. Unapologetic. And very much in control.