[{"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-4":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},1854366,2460,"Chapter 4: A Beautiful Face Doesn’t Change Anything...","my-useless-mute-beta-wife-is-a-big-shot-chapter-4",4,"\u003Cp>Silas Stoneheart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s stepping down from the helicopter stairs—slow, like the world can wait, like nothing has ever rushed him. Behind him, his secretary moves like a shadow stitched to his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attached. Silent. Watching everything with eyes that don’t blink enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eyes widen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t blink either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunlight catches in his brown hair, turning it molten—like honey, like amber burning softly in the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He steps down. One stair. Then another. Slow. Steady. Each movement precise, like he’s measuring the world before trusting it with his weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin so pale it catches light. Reflects it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looks like a rare Omega.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought arrives unbidden, unwanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a Beta. Not... this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stops in front of me. One stair above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Close enough to invade my space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Our eyes lock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m still staring. Can’t stop. His eyes are brown too—but not ordinary brown. Deep. Warm. The kind of brown that holds light instead of swallowing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catching the sun exactly the way light hits a jewel—cut clean, burning from inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like there’s something hidden there. Something waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft smile spreads across his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not mocking. Not nervous. Not polite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just... there. Like he’s been smiling at me his whole life and I’m only now noticing. Like I’m supposed to know what it means.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahm... ahmm...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fake cough. Sharp. Deliberate. Slicing through the moment like glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blink. Quick. Too quick. Turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dad and Mom standing behind me. Dad’s eyes fixed on mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The look that’s ended wars between us before they began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Son.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice smooth on the surface, sharp underneath. The voice that sounds like a suggestion but cuts like a command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Welcome your bride.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stare at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m already standing here. In front of the helicopter. Like a servant greeting his master at the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What more do you want from me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dad’s soft smile—the one he wears for strangers, for business partners, for anyone who needs to see the mask—falters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curls at the edges into something forced. Something that costs him effort to maintain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his mind screams\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{Offer him a hand. Politely. Or you want me to disown you right here? In front of everyone?}\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I roll my eyes. Let him see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This selfish man. This entire family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look back at Silas. A frustrated sigh slips from my lips—I don’t try to hide it. Don’t try to soften it. Let it hang in the air between us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He probably hears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who cares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I offer my hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looks at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That soft smile still there—does he have any other expression?—and places his hand in mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers close around my palm like he’s done this before. Like he’s not afraid of me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like my anger is just weather to him—something that passes, nothing that touches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He steps down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We start walking. Just a few steps. Together. His hand still in mine. The manicured lawn cushions our steps, petals catching against our ankles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I inhale. Sharp. Surprised at myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to catch something—scent, pheromones, anything that tells me what he is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like reaching into a room and finding no furniture. No walls. No floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s really a Beta.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his appearance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shake the thoughts away. Hard. Violent. Like shaking water from my ears after drowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how beautiful he is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s just a Beta. And I hate Betas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I drop his hand. Quick. Like it burned me. Like holding it any longer would cost something I can’t afford.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dad’s smile fades. Just a flicker. His eyes sharpen to knives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{What the hell are you doing?}\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I cross my arms. Look away. Completely fed up. Let them deal with their perfect welcome. Let them clean up my mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mom steps forward. Smile bright. Fake bright. The smile she wears at galas when she’s dying inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Welcome to Crystal Country, my dear...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silas looks at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And gives... a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stare at him. Is that all he knows how to do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just... exist and smile?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course. He’s mute. What else can he do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His secretary steps forward. Bows lightly. Polished. Professional. The kind of bow that’s been practiced in mirrors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Roselle. Mrs. Roselle.\" Voice smooth as oil on water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We thank you with our sincere heart for this warm welcome.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dad’s smile returns. Wide now. Easy. The mask back in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why wouldn’t we welcome you warmly? You’re family now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Family. The word lands wrong in my chest. Foreign. Poisonous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mom moves closer. Reaches out like she might touch Silas’s face—stops herself just in time. Restraint learned through years of pretending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahh, son.\" Her voice soft. Almost genuine. Almost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re so beautiful. More than I thought.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That same quiet curve touches his lips again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mom gestures gracefully toward the terrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s sit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walk. Settle onto the couches arranged in the shade. Silk cushions in soft creams. Cold drinks sweating on crystal tables. Like this is a party.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like this is joy. Like this isn’t a transaction dressed in flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m still standing where they left me. Frozen between the helicopter and the mansion. Alone in the space where no one’s looking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have no attention left for this. This fake welcome. This fake happiness. This entire performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turn. Start walking back inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Club. Whiskey. Darkness. Anything that makes my mind stop spinning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anything that drowns the image of brown eyes catching sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ellis.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dad’s voice. Sharp. Commanding. Slicing through my escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My steps stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I welcomed their precious bride. I held his hand. I played my part for the cameras, for the servants, for whatever eyes are watching. What more does he want from me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I take a deep breath. Let it fill my lungs. Let it settle my pulse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dad stares. Angry now. The mask slipping at the edges. His jaw tight, his eyes hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come and join us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have something urgent to handle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dad’s jaw tightens further. A muscle twitches near his temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{Ellis. Don’t test my patience. Not today. Not here.}\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I almost laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who cares?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My gaze shifts. Uncontrollable. Drawn like metal to magnet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silas is watching me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brown eyes—jewel-bright, burning soft—fixed on my face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reading something I can’t hide. Seeing something I don’t want seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stare back. Let him see everything. Let my angry gaze speak the words my mouth can’t form here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t like you. I don’t want you. I’m not ready for this marriage. If you don’t want to regret this—leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now. Go back to wherever you came from. Save yourself before I destroy you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Start walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My fists clench at my sides. Tight. Shaking. Nails biting into palms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He has a beautiful face. Fine. I see it. Everyone sees it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that doesn’t mean I’m ready to make him my life partner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s still a Beta.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the worst part—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He can’t even speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>",1163,"2026-06-09T07:26:01.012Z",1,"novelbin.me","36be6faba2ac82b311932b83560118374e11ef3d8c1a8f1155655d5c58d44557","my-useless-mute-beta-wife-is-a-big-shot-chapter-5","my-useless-mute-beta-wife-is-a-big-shot-chapter-3",74,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-useless-mute-beta-wife-is-a-big-shot-cover.jpg"]