Chapter 1
I'm a sign language teacher, and after accidentally transmigrating into a novel, I ended up marrying the disabled eldest son of a wealthy family in Hamburg.
He can't speak, and my expertise is a perfect match for his condition.
He signed that we should sleep separately, but I translated it as "You all go out."
When he tried to tell me to leave, I translated it as "Raise her wage."
He was so furious that his hands were a blur as he signed, but I just shot back whatever I felt like.
Until one day, a line of floating comments appeared before my eyes.
[Oh my, the female supporting character still doesn't know the male lead is just pretending, right?]
My legs went weak, and I scrambled out of there.
The next second, someone grabbed me by the back of the neck and hauled me back.
"Honey, are you not in the mood anymore?"
*****
My name is Alma Schultz.
Three days ago, I was still a sign language teacher at Morning Star Academy in Greenridge.
Three days later, I found myself trapped in this lousy novel.
In the book, Alma's dad runs a building materials business.
Yeah, unlike what people say on TikTok, their family isn't rolling in cash—they just have guts.
As for the guy I'm supposed to marry, Russell Mills.
He's the heir to the Mills Group in Hamburg, with a face that could easily land him on a magazine cover.
Six months ago, he was in a car accident.
He lost the use of his legs, his voice was gone, and now he's stuck in a wheelchair, unable to speak.
The cause of the accident was never clear, but Russell's younger brother, Dennis Mills, took advantage of the situation and ended up running most of the Mills Group's business.
And to make things even crazier, Russell's fiancée, Monica Quinn—the top socialite in Hamburg—wasted no time and got engaged to Dennis right after.
Yikes.
Elise Mills, Russell's grandmother, was heartbroken for him and let it be known—Any girl brave enough to marry him would get a sky-high reward.
My dad, never one to pass up a good deal, wasted no time reaching out to the Mills family. "I've got a daughter. She's willing to marry him!"
When he got back, he tried to talk me into it. "If you marry him, you'll be the lady of the house, villas and luxury cars."
My mom chimed in, adding her own twist, "Men all go deaf and blind the minute they get married. But him? He doesn't even bother to pretend."
By the time I transmigrated, the wedding was already a done deal.
There was no backing out.
So I figured, might as well just say yes.
There were two reasons.
First, Russell was insanely handsome.
I'd scrolled through his pre-accident photos. His face was so perfectly sculpted it didn't even look real.
Second, I'm a certified sign language teacher.
Living with a mute? That's like playing on easy mode for me—it's exactly my area of expertise.
On the day we got our marriage certificate, Russell sat in his wheelchair, wearing a crisp suit, his expression blank.
He lifted his hand and slowly signed a message. "I won't like you."
I flashed him a smile.
It doesn't matter if you like me or not.
I just love going after things that aren't supposed to be mine.
On the night of the wedding.
In the master bedroom of our new place.
Russell sat by the bed, his face so dark it looked like a thundercloud about to burst.
He lifted his hand and signed. "We're not sharing a room."
I turned to the butler and a few servants standing by the door and flashed them a friendly smile.
"Mr. Mills says you all can head out and call it a night," I said.
The servants, faces flushed, hurried out of the room.
The moment the door closed, Russell was stunned.
His eyes popped open, and his hands flew as he signed.
"That's not what I meant!"
I kept my eyes on his hands and gave him a serious nod.
"Alright, you're just feeling a bit shy," I said.
"No problem, I'll make the first move."
He gripped the armrests and tried to haul himself up.
But his legs refused to work, and he collapsed back into the wheelchair.
I stepped forward.
He scooted back.
And his wheelchair bumped against the bed—he was cornered.
I stood over him, looking down, feeling like I had the upper hand.
The lamp lit up his face, making his already flawless features look almost unreal.
He was shaking with anger, his cheekbones tinged with a faint blush, lips pressed into a thin line.
Damn, he looked good.
He was ten times hotter than any photo I'd seen.
I licked my lips, feeling a rush of excitement.
Russell's hands were shaking as he signed, his fingers barely steady. "W-What are you trying to do?"
I smiled at him, a little bashful but playful.
"Can I?" I asked, looking up at him.
Russell was too weak to even push me away.
The accident had wrecked his spine, and his upper body strength was nothing like it used to be.
When I held his wrist, his whole body tensed up.
"Mr. Mills." I leaned in, closing the distance between us.
"So, this leg's not working anymore.
"But the one that really matters... still works, doesn't it?"
His face flushed instantly.
The blush spread all the way to his ears.
I went straight for his manhood, no hesitation.
"Whoa," I teased.