mute webtoon

[Pure historical • Genius scholar & mute-to-miracle bride • Farming fluff • HE] Five taels of silver—that’s all Wen Wan’s stepmother needs to sell her to a crippled widower. She refuses. Armed with a twig and a fearless smile, Wen Wan corners the village’s unluckiest scholar among the sorghum and writes in the dirt: Marry me. I’ll turn your fate. Song Sanlang reads the line, looks at the girl, and says one quiet word: “Yes.” From that moment, luck flips. Barren fields grow gold, debts vanish, and the mute bride slowly finds her voice—first in whispers, then in laughter, and finally in the cries of their first child. A timeless rural romance where a bargain marriage becomes a fortune, and the softest voice reshapes an entire village’s destiny.

"Sister, just give up. The Harrell Family will never acknowledge a child born to a mute." The young woman with half-exposed shoulders locked her out of the house. She was considered the young mistress of the Harrell Family, yet her life had become a laughingstock. Her inability to speak led to the Harrell Family losing face. Leo Harrell never once acknowledged her as his wife, but instead, he placed the Mediated Agreement on her bedside every day. With a check worth ten million... signing the agreement meant she could gain her freedom. When they met again, he cornered her with a child in tow: "Isabelle Cloud, do you think I still have a chance?"

After reincarnating, she pressed against Mr. Qin. "Sir, from the darkness on your forehead, I predict you'll soon face a major disaster. If you want to overcome it, you'll have to marry me. I can guarantee that you'll have many children and grandchildren. You will also become as rich as a nation. "Mr. Qin, who was already as rich as a nation, said, "Get lost." "Honey, when will we have our third child?" He asked one day. "So what if she's Mrs. Qin? She's still a useless mute," a hater said. Shocking! Mr. Qin's mute wife was actually a world-famous voice actor, actress, award-winning scriptwriter, bestselling author, esports champion, top-notch hacker, and god-like racer... "Ehh... It's all for the purpose of entertainment. It doesn't serve society at all." The hater was feeling panicked. Shocking! Ye Caitang is the Dean of the International Medical Research Institute. "I surrender. There's no messing with this one. Goodbye..." The hater said. "Mr. Qin, how do you feel about marrying a full-level bigshot?" The media asked. "Huh? Isn't my wife a fortune-teller?" Mr. Qin replied.

Abigail’s only crime in life was being born as the mute daughter of the deceptive maid, who drugged her boss and got pregnant for him… or so she thought. All her life she had to serve her stepsister, Genevieve, attending to her every whim. While Genevieve used every opportunity she got to make Abigail’s life hell, even to the point of seducing Abigail’s boyfriend. On the night she resumes college, Abigail crosses path with Jamal Jonas, a heartbroken elusive billionaire, who leaves behind a stuffed animal that belonged to his first love. Abigail keeps the stuffed animal, which stirs her long lost memories. Five years later, Jamal shows up again, but this time as Genevieve's new live-in driver. Working for Genevieve quickly places him near the supposedly mute and intelligent Abigail who he doesn’t immediately recognize, and soon enough, Jamal finds himself pulled in by Abigail's charms. Jamal quickly realizes there is more to her than meets the eye, and there might be more connecting Abigail to his first love than Genevieve.

Amos Smith, the head of the Smith Consortium, is described within the elite circle with only a few words: cold-blooded, mysterious, and anti-marriage. Even his close friends unanimously believe that he is indifferent and distant, avoiding women like the plague. Until one day, photos of him intimately close with a woman were plastered across trending searches. #The Nth financial backer of a D-list celebrity# #D-list celebrity and sponsor's wild outdoor rendezvous# After seeing the trending search, Amos Smith's friends collectively fell silent, and after the silence came intense ridicule. "Isn't he supposed to be abstinent and aloof? Isn't he supposed to avoid women?" "These photos must be photoshopped, I can't get used to such a contrast from him." "Such a beast! He doesn't even spare the grass by his door!" "That young lady was sweetly calling me brother just a few days ago, and now she's suddenly become his?" While Amos Smith's phone was being bombarded with messages from friends, he was holding the trending topic's heroine, coaxing her in a low voice. "Give me one more chance, please?" The once satisfied young lady began to turn her back on him. "Stop talking, leave quickly, don’t think I don’t know how that trending search got up there, trying to play tricks on me won’t work!" After failing for the Nth time to secure an official status, General Manager Smith was not discouraged. With a spirit of relentless pursuit despite repeated failures, he continued being the young lady's secret lover. [Lavish on making money but not craving fame (Bertha Haines/Ivy Norris) vs Business magnate who avoids women (Amos Smith)]

“There’s nothing wrong with breaking her legs to keep her. Or chaining her to the bed. She’s mine.” She was looking for freedom. He gave her obsession, wrapped in tenderness. Genesis Caldwell thought escaping her abusive home meant salvation but her arranged marriage to billionaire Kieran Blackwood might be its own kind of prison. He’s possessive, controlling, dangerous. Yet in his own broken way… he’s gentle with her. To Kieran, Genesis isn’t just a wife. She’s everything. And he’ll protect what’s his. Even if it means destroying everything else.

“Spread your legs...” That haunting command was all she remembered from the grey-eyed stranger, the man she shared a night with. Now, Ariana is branded as cursed. The girl who killed her mother. A silent omen wrapped in whispers and fear. But the truth? It’s locked inside her, buried beneath silence… because Ariana is mute. And when fate cruelly reunites her with the very man who started it all, how can she defend herself when she cannot even speak? In a world where rumors are louder than truth, will anyone ever hear her side of the story?

Just a simple person is trying to shine a little light on the beautiful world of webtoon. With a splash of sarcasm, narration, and spitfire along the way. And who knows I might have other segments just for the hell of it.

A man with fluffy black ears atop his head and a swinging, long, black, furry tail burst into the villa with a cold and stern expression. Holly Wyatt didn't know what was happening; though deaf and mute, she somehow heard the man's disdainful voice at that very moment. [The cub has grown a little.] [Still too weak.] [How did she end up looking like this? So gaunt and scrawny, so unsightly. Standing there, she looks like a telephone pole—the shortest one, at that.] Holly Wyatt: ... She rubbed her fingertips together, staring at the tip of the man's tail that curled into a little heart shape, wanting to touch it... * Two years later. Dressed in a camisole and hot pants, the moment she pulled open the main door, she heard the man's sharp, explosive inner shriek. [Aaaah! Damn it! Who taught the cub to dress like this?! I was only gone for two years, where is my cub who used to be all bundled up?!] [Give her back!!] * As the leader of the Wolf Clan, Silas Thornton's primary mission was to manage the pack, and his secondary mission was to raise the cub well. One day, he discovered that the cub he was raising actually wanted to date! This meant the cub wanted to procreate! That was unacceptable! And so, Holly Wyatt could always hear the man's inner ramblings. [The cub is still too young; she can't run off and procreate with some random man out there.] [If the cub is really that desperate to procreate, I suppose I can reluctantly make a sacrifice.] [Why doesn't the cub want to procreate yet? I'm already prepared.] Holly Wyatt: !!?? Does this mean she can finally touch his big tail?

Is there anything as true happiness? Even a mute girl like me wonder. Once lost in my world of oblivion but now in light of the dirty secrets that played behind me. Murder like common theft and even crime, like the play of little children. who would lead the dynasty? I wonder lies after lies, hypocrisy stench like the smell of laundry making me pounder. It is no longer a mere selection but now the survival of the fittest. I have to become the heiress which I've been named either by hook or by crook, even if it means relaying on the influence of the man I've been sold to it's now time I cause havoc and disrupt the peace of many, causes the downfall of many, and place many on their toes as they try to discover who the orchestrator is But who would ever suspect a mute?