The Womanizer's Mute Wife-Chapter 254: Judgement Day

The next morning sunlight spilled across the bedroom in soft gold bands.

Kieran stood at the full-length mirror, buttoning his black dress shirt with slow, precise movements. The scar from the bullet wound was still pink under the fabric, but he moved like it was nothing. Genesis leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, watching him with a small, hungry smile.

"Someone’s looking good enough to eat," she said, her voice soft and teasing.

Kieran’s eyes flicked to her in the reflection, dark and amused. He crooked two fingers without turning.

"Come here."

She smiled wider and padded across the cold tiles in bare feet. When she reached him he turned, pulling her flush against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, rose on tiptoe, and pressed her lips to his in a slow, lingering kiss.

When she pulled back she looked up at him through her lashes.

"Now your turn, give me a kiss," she murmured.

"As your ladyship commands," he said, voice gravel-rough.

He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her again, deeper this time, tongue sliding against hers in that possessive way that always made her knees weak. She sighed into his mouth, fingers threading through his hair. She wanted to melt into this man and become one with him, that was how much she loved and adored him.

When they parted she stayed close, hands dropping to the half-buttoned shirt. She started fastening the remaining buttons one by one, her fingertips brushing his skin with every loop.

"You’re going to be late," she whispered.

"Worth it," he murmured, watching her hands move. "You look good doing that."

She smiled, cheeks flushing.

"I was thinking..." She finished the last button, smoothed her palms down his chest. "I could come with you today."

He raised a brow.

"Come where?"

His hand slid down to cup her belly, rounder now, no longer just a small bump. His thumb rubbed slow circles over the swell. Genesis swallowed, thighs pressing together.

"To court," she said, voice breathy.

Kieran’s eyes darkened.

"No, baby. We already talked about this. You stay here for the session just like we’ve been doing for weeks now."

She pouted, bottom lip pushing out.

"I just wanna be there... to see her face when they say it. To feel it end."

Kieran’s thumb kept moving, soothing, hungry, possessive and consuming.

"I know what you want. But you’re not risking it. Not with the hematoma. Not with our baby. You watch from here. Safe. With me on the screen the whole time."

She sighed dramatically, but the pout softened into a small smile.

"Fine."

He chuckled low, then sank to his knees in front of her. He lifted the hem of her gown, exposing the round curve of her stomach. He leaned in and pressed open-mouthed kisses all over the taut skin, soft and lingering.

Genesis giggled, squirming.

"That tickles..."

He smiled against her belly.

"Good."

His kisses trailed lower, down the line of her hip, over the lace edge of her panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, tugged them down just enough.

"Kieran...."

"Shh."

He spread her thighs with gentle hands, then leaned in and licked a slow, wet stripe up her center.

Genesis gasped, fingers flying to his hair.

He groaned at the taste of her, sweet, wet, perfect and dove in like the starving man he was . Tongue circling her clit, then flattening to lap at her in long, firm strokes. She moaned, hips rocking forward, thighs trembling around his head.

"Fuck... Kieran..."

He sucked her clit between his lips, gentle suction, then harder while two fingers slid inside her, curling just right. She cried out, back arching, tears of pleasure slipping down her cheeks.

"You taste so fucking good," he growled against her. "So wet for me. Always so ready."

She was shaking now, close, so close.

"Come for me, princess," he murmured, voice muffled against her. "Let me feel you."

She shattered, her hips bucking, a broken sob tearing from her throat as she pulsed around his fingers, coating his tongue. He didn’t stop until she was limp, trembling, tugging weakly at his hair.

He rose slowly, licking his lips, eyes black with satisfaction.

Genesis pulled him down into a messy, desperate kiss, tasting herself on his tongue, moaning into his mouth.

When they parted she rested her forehead against his.

"I’m scared," she whispered.

Kieran cupped her face.

"Don’t be."

His voice dropped, dark, chilling, pure Knight coming to the surface.

"If she wins this case... there’s always another way."

Genesis’s breath hitched.

"Which is?"

He looked at her, cold, calm, cold eyes.

"Just rid her off the earth."

The words landed like ice.

Genesis stared at him.

"You’re such a sociopath."

He smiled, small, dangerous.

"You know I will kill for you, right?"

She smiled back, soft, and wicked.

"You already have, crazy."

They kissed again, slower, deep, tasting like promises and blood.

Kieran pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers.

"Damn, baby... we’re gonna be such great parents."

She laughed, the sound soft, and breathless.

"Yeah. We really are."

He kissed her one more time, then stepped back.

"I have to go."

She nodded.

"Be safe."

"Always."

He walked out.

Genesis watched him go, hand resting on her belly.

The house felt quieter without him.

But today...

Today it ended.

****

The screen in the living room showed the physical courtroom.

The jury had deliberated for three days.

Genesis sat on that same sofa, hands clasped over her bump. Kieran was already there in person, black suit, standing near the prosecution table, eyes calm and cold. Revelation sat beside Genesis, squeezing her hand every few seconds. Donald and Daisy were in the far corner, Jaden and Rosie flanking them.

The judge entered.

Everyone stood.

Judge Ramirez took her seat.

"Has the jury reached a verdict?"

The foreperson stood.

"We have, Your Honor."

The courtroom was silent except for the rustle of paper.

"On the charge of conspiracy to commit sexual assault of a minor... we find the defendant, Monica Caldwell... guilty."

Genesis’s breath caught.

"On the charge of child endangerment... guilty."

"On the charge of accessory after the fact to sexual assault... guilty."

"On the charge of perjury and obstruction of justice... guilty."

Monica’s head dropped into her hands. Silent sobs shook her shoulders.

The judge continued, voice steady.

"Ms. Caldwell, you have been found guilty on all counts. Sentencing will proceed."

The judge looked at the file.

"Taking into account the severity of the offenses, the prolonged nature of the abuse, the vulnerability of the victim, and the defendant’s position of trust as a guardian... the court sentences Monica Caldwell to **twenty-five years** in federal prison, with eligibility for parole after eighteen years. The defendant will be remanded into custody immediately."

The gavel came down.

Monica was led away in cuffs, tears streaming down her face.

The feed showed Kieran, standing tall, expression unreadable, but the corner of his mouth lifted in the smallest, coldest smile.

At the estate, Genesis was shaking hard, uncontrollable.

Tears poured down her face.

Revelation rushed to her, wrapping her arms around her sister so tightly it hurt.

"You won," Rev whispered, voice cracking. "You won, Gen. She’s gone. It’s over."

Genesis bawled, very loud, ugly, wrenching sobs that shook her whole body.

"She’s going away... for twenty-five years..."

Revelation held her harder.

"You did it. You fucking did it."

Genesis cried into her sister’s shoulder, relief, grief, exhaustion, victory all crashing together.

Kieran still on screen from the courtroom looked directly at the camera.

At her.

His smile was small but proud.

He mouthed one word.

"Mine."

The feed lingered on his face for a second longer.

Then it cut.

Genesis kept crying but this time, the tears felt different.

Lighter.

Like something heavy had finally cracked open and let the light in.

The nightmare was over.