The Billionaire's Silent Wife (Ryan and Eve) novel Chapter 149

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Eve learned the cruelest rule of public life before she even brushed her teeth.

If you stayed silent, someone else would speak for you, and they wouldn’t be kind.

She woke to her phone vibrating like it was trying to crawl off the nightstand. The first buzz dragged her

out of sleep. The second made her sit up. By the third, she was already reaching for it with a sick certainty

in her chest, because nothing good ever arrived in floods.

The screen was a wall of notifications.

Tags. Mentions. Messages from numbers she didn’t recognise. Alerts from accounts she never followed. News push notifications stacked like knives.

Eve blinked hard, trying to clear the fog in her eyes, but the words stayed sharp.

RIGGED?

EVE TARGETS MATHEW

FAVOURITISM IN BEXLIN’S BIGGEST COOKING SHOW

Her throat went dry.

She scrolled without meaning to. The clips were everywhere, cropped, edited, captioned with certainty. The same few seconds repeated like evidence, like gospel, like the only truth that mattered.

A pause when she listened.

A neutral expression when Mathew spoke.

A cut to him looking wounded.

A cut back to her, framed as cold.

Her face was being dissected by strangers the way people dissected crimes, only this wasn’t about justice. This was about entertainment. About the thrill of deciding someone was guilty and feeling righteous for hating them.

Eve’s hand drifted to her belly. Not consciously. Just instinct. Protect the baby first. Protect the part of her

life that didn’t deserve any of this.

Her phone buzzed again.

She looked at the comments.

They were worse than the headlines.

Look at her smile. That’s cruelty.

Powerful woman ruins man she hates. Classic.

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She’s pregnant and still evil.

Billionaire wife playing judge? Please.

Her friends are contestants too. Rigged.

Mathew is brave for speaking up.

She’s untouchable. Until she isn’t.

Eve’s jaw tightened so hard it ached.

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She didn’t click any article. She didn’t need to. She knew the shape of what they were writing. She knew how stories like this worked: they took a person, stripped them into a symbol, and then fed the symbol to a crowd until nothing human was left.

A pause becomes arrogance.

A smile becomes cruelty.

A calm voice becomes manipulation.

Silence becomes guilt.

Eve set the phone down, slow and careful, like it might stain the sheets.

For a moment she simply sat there, staring at the wall, breathing through the heat that climbed into her

throat.

She was tired.

Not just body tired, though pregnancy made everything heavier. This was the tired that came from being forced into public stories over and over, tired from realising that even when she did everything right,

someone could still cut her into a villain with scissors and captions.

The bedroom door opened quietly.

Ryan stepped in already dressed, sleeves rolled up, his expression controlled in a way that always meant

the storm had moved from emotion into strategy. He didn’t ask if she’d seen it. He could tell by her

posture, by the phone face-down on the bed, by the way her hand rested over her belly like a shield.

“How bad?” he asked.

Eve let out a short laugh that held no humour. “Bad enough that people are psychoanalysing my face like

it’s a crime scene.”

Ryan’s mouth tightened. He sat beside her and took her hand immediately, anchoring her with touch

instead of words.

“I’ve seen it,” he said. “All of it.”

Eve stared at their joined hands. “They want me to be the villain. It’s too easy.”

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Ryan didn’t deny it. “Because it’s satisfying.”

She swallowed. “Because it makes them feel like heroes.”

“Yes.”

Eve lifted her eyes to him, anger burning. “He did this because he couldn’t stand being judged.”

Ryan’s gaze went hard. “He did it because he knew he could.”

Eve’s breath caught. “And now what?”

Ryan’s tone stayed steady. “Now we don’t let it grow unchecked.”

Eve’s shoulders rose on a breath. “It’s already grown.”

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“It can still be contained,” Ryan replied. “But not if we do what most people do, panic, ramble, cry, defend

ourselves in a way that becomes more content.”

Eve blinked slowly. “So what do we do? Stay quiet and hope it dies?”

Ryan shook his head. “Public life doesn’t reward quiet. Silence is a vacuum. And when you leave a

vacuum, someone else fills it.”

Eve’s lips pressed together. “And they won’t be kind.”

“No,” Ryan said softly. “They won’t.”

Eve looked away toward the window. Bexlin City was waking like nothing had happened. Cars moved. People walked. The world outside was normal. It didn’t reflect the fire she was trapped in online.

“I’m tired of being dragged into stories written by people who want entertainment,” she said, voice low.

Ryan squeezed her hand. “I know.”

Eve turned back to him. “I don’t want an emotional response. I don’t want to cry or yell or explain myself

like I’m begging.”

Ryan’s eyes held hers. “Good. We won’t. We respond once. Cleanly. Firmly. No mess.”

Eve hesitated, “Once.”

“Once,” Ryan confirmed. “And we don’t give him the drama he wants.”

Eve nodded, throat burning. “Fine.”

Ryan leaned forward slightly. “We draft a press release.”

Eve’s brows lifted. “A press release?”

“Yes. Your words. Controlled. Professional. Clear.”

Eve exhaled. “They’ll say it’s scripted.”

“Let them,” Ryan said. “We’re not trying to win over everyone. We’re trying to remove uncertainty for the

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ones who still think.”

Eve stared at him. “And Mathew?”

Ryan’s voice dropped. “We make him look like what he is, a sore loser throwing mud at a woman who

won’t throw it back.”

Eve’s eyes sharpened. “That’s the plan?”

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“That’s the first step,” Ryan corrected. “Then we tighten production transparency so this doesn’t happen

again.”

Eve’s lips parted slightly. “You think it will happen again.”

Ryan didn’t blink. “Yes.”

Eve swallowed. “Okay.”

Ryan stood. “Get dressed. Eat something. We’ll go to the office.”

Eve watched him for a moment, then spoke quietly. “Ryan.”

He turned.

She didn’t know how to say what she meant without making it sound like weakness, but she needed him

to hear it anyway.

“If I do this,” she said, “I need you to not leave me alone in the middle of it.”

Ryan’s expression softened, just slightly. “Eve…”

He came back, crouched in front of her, and placed a hand over her belly, then over hers.

“You’re not alone,” he said. “Not now. Not again. Not ever.”

The words hit something deep inside her, something old that still expected abandonment.

Eve nodded once, slow. “Okay.”

Ryan kissed her knuckles. “Together.

The drive into the city was quieter than usual.

Ryan kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting on Eve’s thigh, steadying her in small, constant ways. Eve watched the streets of Bexlin pass, wide roads, western architecture, clean lines, polished

storefronts, everything looking deceptively calm.

When they reached the Ashbrook building, she understood quickly that calm was an illusion.

Reporters swarmed the entrance like they’d been camping there all night.

Cameras flashed before the car even stopped.

The moment Ryan stepped out, voices erupted.

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“Mr Ashbrook! Is the competition rigged?”

“Is your wife targeting Mathew?”

“Is this an Ashbrook cover-up?”

“Will she step down?”

“Do you deny favouritism?”

Eve’s heart thudded hard.

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