Dirty Talk

To get out of an arranged marriage, I faked being mute for six months. It didn't work. I still ended up married to Marcus Thorne, the crippled, gloomy billionaire who ran the entire East Coast. Since my new "uncle" was in a wheelchair, I had to do all the heavy lifting. One night, I was exhausted, literally biting his shoulder to keep from screaming out loud. That's when the comments appeared, floating in front of my face. [LMAO, they're both faking. This is agony to watch.] [Babe, you can totally cuss him out. Our boss loves dirty talk.] [His legs are fine, he's just a freak who likes watching her take charge.] I was so pissed, I broke my silence. "Marcus Thorne, you are f*cking useless!" He paused, then smiled, his thumb brushing my lips. "Hm? "Am I? My 'useless' legs seem to have cured your voice." 1 I'm the villainess. Before I "woke up," I drugged the male lead, Declan Hayes. My plan failed. The "innocent" heroine, Lily, got him instead. When Declan sobered up, he came after me. When he couldn't find me, he started a corporate war against my family. Our company was bleeding money. My father, desperate, decided to marry me off. But no one wanted our failing business, and they really didn't want me—a spoiled, volatile brat. So my dad turned to Marcus Thorne. The dark, cold, ruthless head of the Thorne Group. He was my father's old business partner. My "uncle." Back when I drugged Declan, Declan had pinned me down and forced the rest of the spiked champagne down my throat. Marcus was the one who rescued me. He tied my hands with his own silk tie. He made me kneel in his library and hit my palms with a wooden ruler. He was terrifying. But I was so high, I couldn't stand it. That night, in front of portraits of his dead ancestors, I... assaulted him. I even broke the wheel off his chair. 2 After that, I ran. Now, Marcus was hunting me, too. Between the strangulation, the spiked champagne, and the screaming, my voice was completely shot. I left a note for my family and fled to Europe to "heal." Six months later, they dragged me out of a Berlin nightclub. I pointed to my throat. The Thornes will never accept a mute bride. My father scoffed. "Our company is failing because of you. You being mute is the only reason they're forcing him to go through with it—they know he can't leverage this marriage for anything. "Besides," he added, "he's a cripple. You're a mute. It's a perfect match." Me: ? 3 On our wedding night, I was shaking. My gloomy new husband rolled his wheelchair over to me. He tilted my chin up, his fingers gently probing my throat. "Mute?" I nodded, trembling. I'd heard stories. This man was vicious. And I hadn't just humiliated him. I'd been forced on him. I was terrified he was going to kill me. "Good," he murmured. "The walls in this house are thin." Me: ? Marcus patted my head and handed me a small, heavy box. "My legs are... inconvenient. You'll have to help me." I stared at the box. You sick bastard. He was actually going to make his 20-year-old "niece" do... that. "Scared?" I nodded. Then I shook my head. I am Sloane Jiang. I'm not scared of anyone. I got on my knees, my hands shaking as I fumbled with the clasp. Marcus sighed, a long, weary sound. He scooped me up and settled me onto his lap, facing him. He put his hands over mine, guiding me. "You're new at this, Sloane. Don't rush. "Sit still. You don't want to fall off. "It's the best model money can buy. You can be... bold." He was... teaching me how to operate his high-tech wheelchair. 4 My uncle was truly useless. I had to do everything. I was exhausted, overworked, and forced to... assist him. A month later, I was so tired I could barely see straight. I bit down hard on his shoulder, the only way to keep from screaming. If he knew I'd been faking being mute, he'd find new ways to torture me. I was mentally cussing him out when the glowing letters appeared. [I'm dead. They're both pretending.] [Villainess, honey, you can scream. He's so into dirty talk.] [He's suffering too. Can't move, just has to watch her... OMG he's about to explode.] [She def doesn't know his legs are fine. He's just a perv who likes watching her be on top.] [Please, for the love of God, just insult him. We're begging you.] Me: ... I looked at Marcus. Sweat was dripping from his temples onto my collarbone. His cold eyes were dark with lust, and a low growl was stuck in his throat. His hands were gripping my waist, his veins popping. I decided to test it. My voice was raspy. "Uncle." He flinched. "Uncle," I said, "you are truly... useless." His grip on my waist tightened, painfully. "Say that again." My lips trembled. I let all my pent-up frustration out. "What, you deaf now, too? Fine. I said, you're f*cking useless. You're a worthless cripple." He pushed the hair back from my neck. He was watching me, undisguised amusement in his eyes. "Hm?" Night fell. It got darker. His fingers traced my lips. "Am I? My 'useless' legs seem to have cured your voice." 5 "Bastard!" I scrambled out of the bed, locking the door behind me. His legs were fine. He'd been lying to me. But I couldn't call him out. If he got angry, he'd ruin me. The best solution was to run. Clubs, racing, golf, parties, models. As long as I was moving, he couldn't catch me. I met my friends at a pool hall that weekend. They saw the new guy I had with me. "Whoa, over Declan already? He's been looking for you, you know." "Bored of him." "Just like that? Sure. So, who's the new boy-toy? He's gorgeous." His name was Leo. A model. My friend had been looking at outfits, and I'd been more interested in the man wearing them. [He's the one! The puppy who only loves the villainess! So sweet, but so hot. He becomes a huge star.] [Sloane used him to make Declan jealous, and the poor baby fell hopelessly in love.] [Is no one thinking about Uncle Marcus? When he finds out she's playing with other toys... the drama is going to be epic.] I handed my pool cue to Leo. "Five balls. Sink one, I'll give you five grand." "Sloane," my friend hissed, "your dad is barely keeping the company afloat, and you're just... setting money on fire." I can live without love. I can't live without being rich, beautiful, and the center of attention. "My dad spoils me." They didn't know I was spending Marcus's money. Leo was... okay. I moved behind him, wrapping my arms around him to guide his hands. His ears turned bright red. "Such nice hands. Why can't you aim?" He looked down. "Didn't want you to lose your money." Cute. "It's not a loss if it's on you." After his shots, I patted his cheek. "Go have fun." "So you're really over Declan? Wow." "Declan Hayes? Please. He was just a distraction." "Ahem." Someone was clearing their throat. I bent over the table, lining up my shot. Suddenly, a warm body pressed against my back. A dark voice whispered in my ear. "A distraction, am I?" I jumped. Declan. His hand clamped onto my waist. "You don't just get to disappear, Sloane." [NOOO! That's the male lead! Get away from her! The heroine is supposed to see this!] [This is the scene where they meet! He's not supposed to like Sloane yet!] [The plot point here is that he flirts with the villainess (Sloane) to make the heroine (Lily) jealous. God, I'm worried for Sloane.] I shoved him off. "Obviously." I adjusted my earring. "I found better things to do." He grabbed my wrist. "It's not that easy." He sneered. "I wonder... do you think I still have the security footage from that night? What if..." My heart stopped. But... my dad and Marcus must have buried that. This stupid plot. I would never do something that idiotic now. "What are you talking about?" my friends asked. Declan lit a cigarette. "She was... very naughty." "Naughty how? Sloane climb into your bed?" He blew a cloud of smoke. "You don't just do something like that and walk away." The smoke hit my face. It stung. I slapped him. Hard. "You want to try that again?" He licked his lip, a slow, cold smile spreading. He looked... unhinged. If we were alone, he'd be choking me right now. [God, he's so hot. And she's so badass. This is my new ship.] [Are you insane? She drugged him! How can you ship that?] [I'm reading trashy fanfiction, not morals. And he's no saint! Blowing smoke in her face? That's either a threat or foreplay.] Leo suddenly shoved Declan away from me. Declan just laughed. "You think she's a prize? You're pathetic." Leo grabbed my hand. "Sloane. Let's go." "Sloane." Declan's voice stopped me. "Let's finish the game. You win... and I'll call off the dogs. I'll stop the attacks on your family's company." "Fine." Either way, it didn't matter.

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