[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-useless-mute-beta-wife-is-a-big-shot":3,"chapter-my-useless-mute-beta-wife-is-a-big-shot-my-useless-mute-beta-wife-is-a-big-shot-chapter-3":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","My Useless Mute Beta Wife Is A Big Shot!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1854365,2460,"Chapter 3: So This Is… Silas Stoneheart..","my-useless-mute-beta-wife-is-a-big-shot-chapter-3",3,"\u003Cp>Roselle mansion shining always beautifully—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today they’ve painted her like a bride with no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flowers everywhere. Every wall. Every corner. White roses spilling from banisters, climbing the pillars, choking every surface that can hold a vase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Petals on the marble floor—no one sweeps them. No one dares. Let them fall, someone decided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let him walk on petals like he’s something holy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like they’re welcoming a prince into our house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s just a Beta. What’s all this fuss for?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shake my head.Can’t help it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The motion small. A twitch. A crack in the mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hallway stretches. Breathes. Suffocates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Servants blur past—bowing, murmuring, their arms full of more petals, more stems, more proof that my parents have lost their minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time to meet them. My selfish, cold parents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My hand reaches for the living room door—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hy... Lili!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My blood stops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already burning. Already drowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Parents aren’t in the living room.\" That voice. Light. Untouchable\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re outside.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turn. Slow. Let him see the fury before I speak. Let it sit in my jaw, my fists, the space between my ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>EvericRoselle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My big brother. Leaning against the wall like the world owes him comfort. Arms crossed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That smile—the one he’s worn since we were small, the one that says I’m safe in ways you’ll never understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can’t you,\" I say, and my voice is quiet—quieter than it should be, which is worse than shouting, and we both know it—\"just stop calling me that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushes off the wall. Steps close. Too close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand reaches up—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t move. I never move. That would be admitting it matters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pats my head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruffles my hair. Ruins it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ellis.\" Warm. Easy. Like love is this simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know I love you. That’s why I call you Lili.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I step back. Fix my hair. Fingers moving fast, frustrated, erasing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He always ruins my hair. Like we’re still children. Like I’m still the one who follows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know how much you love me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hold his eyes. Face calm, eyes burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You couldn’t even stop them when they agreed to this damn marriage. And instead... you’re celebrating.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand finds my shoulder. Pulls me in. Holds me there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ellis.\" Softer now. The softness of apologies he won’t quite speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know Dad. He’s so strict. If I said something—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause. A breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He would probably disown me too. With you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With you.Like that’s a gift. Like drowning beside him is better than alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyway.\" He straightens. Something flickers behind his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have something important to tell you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look at him. Really look. This time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opens his mouth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind screams..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{Parents said the Beta is so beautiful. Almost like a jewel. Wait until Ellis sees him. Wait until—}\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remove his hand from my shoulder. Let it fall. Let him feel the absence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No need to tell.\" I’m already turning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just shut your mouth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beat. The air between us thickens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ellis.\" His voice shifts. Something raw underneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re so rude. Have you forgotten I’m your big brother?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I start walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My steps stay steady, marble cold beneath my feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Like you all forget about my happiness. Over a marriage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following. Always following.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s not like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Urgent now. Chasing. \"I care about you. I tried my best to cancel this marriage—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t turn back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t pretend you tried to help me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ellis, I swear I did—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wave a hand. Keep walking. Let the motion say what my voice won’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know. I know.\" The words drift back to him. Hollow. Tired. Older than I am.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My big brother. How good you are.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause. I let it stretch. Let him feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Only just for parents, though.\" I keep walking. Don’t look back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not in my favor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flowers keep falling. Petals landing soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind me, Everic says nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I walk through the estate ground behind the mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’ve filled this area too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every bush dripping white. Every path littered with petals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I think my parents bought the entire world’s flowers—every bloom within a thousand miles, stripped from their gardens, their graves, their weddings, just to die here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On my soil. For him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a waste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I see them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting on the rear terrace overlooking the estate grounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sipping something cold and expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smiling at each other like this is a happy day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like they’re not arranging their son’s life without his consent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I walk over. Steps heavy. Purposeful. The gravel crunches beneath my shoes—each one a warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mom looks up. Sees me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes travel—head to toe. Casual shirt. Unstyled hair. The absence of any effort at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her smile falters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a flicker. There and gone. But I catch it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Son.\" A pause. She sets down her glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why are you like this? Why aren’t you ready? Your bride arrives in any minute and you’re walking around...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gestures at me. At my refusal. At my small rebellion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Like this. Go and get ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I drop onto the chair across from them. Let the silence stretch. Let it breathe between us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dad’s eyes find mine. Narrow. Reading. Calculating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you trying to do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stare back. My anger burning slow and deep. Coiled in my chest like something alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dad, I—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound cuts through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharp. Mechanical. Slicing the afternoon clean in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We all look up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The helicopter. Descending through the perfect blue. Black and sleek. Predator sleek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Stoneheart insignia glints faintly against the dark metal, sharp and unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mom inhales. Soft. Satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah. They’ve arrived.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Servants scramble. A ripple of movement across the estate. They fall into lines—stiff, heads down, hands clasped. Ready to welcome their special prince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The helicopter lands. Wind whips across the ground—fierce and sudden. Flowers tremble. Petals spin into the air, dancing, dying, caught in a storm of their own making.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then slowly. Everything calms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mom and Dad stand. Quick. Efficient. They straighten their clothes, smooth their hair, paint their faces with perfect welcoming smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ready to greet their precious Beta.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My jaw tight. My hands grip the armrests. Knuckles white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dad turns. Sees me still sitting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ellis.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice low. Commanding. The voice that ends arguments before they begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come and welcome your bride.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nope.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beat. The air thickens. Curdles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ellis—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sigh. Loud. Frustrated.Let him hear everything I won’t say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I walk forward and step down from the terrace onto the lawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each step heavy. Each breath slower than the last.The grass soft and wet beneath my shoes, petals catching at my ankles like they’re trying to stop me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The helicopter door opens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guards first. Pouring out like ink from a wound. Taking positions. Heavy security.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Military grade. Their eyes sweep the estate—scanning, calculating, protecting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look away. Unimpressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He came here like someone’s going to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My fists clench. Tight. Tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course he needs it. Because I’m going to—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft. Measured. Different from the guards. These footsteps don’t announce. They don’t threaten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They just... arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look up—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And my breath catches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silas Stoneheart.\u003C\u002Fp>",1211,"2026-06-09T07:26:01.012Z",1,"novelbin.me","b4dc598eafe9f39698ad3b2540886d3321dc6e90cd85c08b5ab52aa59820eb34","my-useless-mute-beta-wife-is-a-big-shot-chapter-4","my-useless-mute-beta-wife-is-a-big-shot-chapter-2",74,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-useless-mute-beta-wife-is-a-big-shot-cover.jpg"]