Silent Vows & Dirty Talk Chapter 1

To escape a forced marriage, I pretended to be mute for six months. But I still ended up married to the crippled, gloomy tycoon of the Upper East Side—my father's friend, the man I grew up calling "Uncle."

Because of his "disability," I have to do everything myself in the bedroom.

One night, exhausted and dizzy, I bit down hard on his shoulder to stifle a scream. Suddenly, floating text—like a live stream chat—appeared before my eyes.

[LMAO, they are both faking it so hard.] [Girl, just scream at him already. Our billionaire loves dirty talk.] [The gloomy ghost’s legs have been fine for ages. The pervert just likes watching her do all the work.]

I snapped. I looked him in the eye and yelled, "Silas Thorne, you are absolutely useless!"

He paused, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face as he rubbed his thumb over my lip.

"Hmm? If I'm so useless, how did I just miraculously cure your voice?"

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I am the villain of this story.

Before I "awakened," I tried to drug the male lead, Liam Sterling.

But I failed. The one who succeeded was the innocent "white lotus" heroine.

When Liam sobered up, he went on a warpath. He hunted me down socially and professionally. When he couldn't catch me, he decimated my family’s business. The Vance empire was bleeding cash, and my dad, desperate to stop the hemorrhaging, started looking for a marriage alliance.

But nobody wanted to touch the toxic waste that was our company, or me—the spoiled, notorious heiress Sloane Vance.

So, my dad set his sights on Silas Thorne.

Silas Thorne. The King of New York’s old money. Gloomy, cold, ruthless.

He was my dad’s friend. I grew up calling him "Uncle Silas."

Back when I drugged Liam, Liam had choked me and forced the rest of the spiked drink down my throat. Silas was the one who rescued me.

He took me to his estate, tied my hands with his silk tie, and made me kneel in his library. He disciplined me with a ruler, hitting my palms over and over.

He was terrifying. But because of the drugs in my system, the pain felt... different.

That night, right in front of the portraits of his ancestors, I assaulted him.

I think I even broke a wheel off his wheelchair.