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SILENT BETWEEN TWO HEARTS

SILENT BETWEEN TWO HEARTS

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last updateLast Updated : 2026-01-07
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Contemporary

Familial Bond

Sweet Love

Golden Boy

Victim

Brave

Betrayal

Forgiveness

Twist

Harry DuBois is the name everyone knows. At 6'4", sharply dressed, with silver at his temples and a velvet voice, he commands attention the moment he enters a room. Owner of DuBois Fine Arts & Jazz Lounge, the town’s cultural heartbeat, he offers a haven for music, poetry, and taste. Women adore him, men envy him, and all assume he’s living the dream. But Harry is haunted. Beneath success lies a past that won’t let him go, a tragedy he never speaks of. For Harry, love isn’t just risky, it’s dangerous. He’s a single father to Naomi, his teenage daughter, the only light he’s allowed to stay. Yet even with her, there are walls. When new art curator Elena Rivera arrives from New York to partner with his lounge on a revival series, a celebration of Black art, music, and history. Harry is drawn to someone he hasn’t been with in decades. But Elena has secrets, and she’s starting to notice cracks in Harry’s perfect image. As past and present collide, Harry is forced to confront the pain he has buried for over 25 years. A love lost, a betrayal unforgiving, and a night that changed everything. The question is: can Harry finally allow himself to feel again, or will the past claim him once and for all?

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106 Chapters
CHAPTER ONE: The Velvet Shadow
CHAPTER ONE: The Velvet ShadowHarry DuBois carried himself like a man who never stumbled. At six-foot-four, with a tailored suit hugging his shoulders and a low, velvet voice that seemed to stroke the air, he was the kind of man people whispered about long after he’d left the room.“Mr. DuBois,” the bartender greeted as Harry crossed the dimly lit lounge. The clink of glasses and soft notes of a trumpet hung in the air, brushing against the red velvet curtains. Everyone knew him. Everyone admired him.But admiration was a mask. Masks had cracks.Naomi, his sixteen-year-old daughter, spotted him from a corner booth where she was sketching in her worn notebook. “Dad, you’re late.” Her tone was casual, but her eyes searched his face, like she always did, checking if tonight was one of the heavy nights.Harry offered a faint smile. “Meetings ran long. You holding down the fort?”“Always.” She smirked, closing the notebook before he could peek. Naomi was the one person who could disarm hi
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Chapter Two: Lingering Shadows
The second week of the revival series arrived like a storm that hummed beneath the skin. The lounge swelled with energy. Walls lined with bold canvases, the air thick with saxophone notes and spoken word rhythms. People flocked in not just for the art but for the atmosphere Harry DuBois curated so effortlessly.And yet, Harry wasn’t at ease. He moved through the crowd, tall and sharp, but his mind drifted. Every smile felt rehearsed, every handshake another mask.It didn’t help that Elena Rivera seemed to glow in every room she entered. Tonight, she wore a navy dress that caught the light like rippling water. She laughed with a sculptor, leaned in to compliment a young poet, and Harry found himself watching, though he hated to admit it.Naomi noticed. She always noticed.From her usual booth, sketchbook open, she whispered to her best friend Tasha, “He’s staring again.”Tasha giggled. “Your dad’s crushing. It’s kinda cute.”Naomi rolled her eyes but smiled despite herself. “He’ll neve
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Chapter Three: The Weight of Yesterday
Elena Rivera had always believed that shadows lingered longer in small towns. In the city, people could disappear into the hum of traffic, into glass towers and neon lights. But in her hometown , a sun-baked village tucked between hills and dry fields, every mistake clung to you like dust on your skin. Everyone knew your story. Everyone remembered.She had been fourteen when her father sold her future.The debt wasn’t spoken of in detail, but whispers floated through their narrow streets. Her father, Miguel Rivera, had borrowed heavily from a wealthy landowner, a man whose hands were already stained with too many lives. Don Isandro was his name older than her grandfather, with wives scattered across houses like trophies, children who barely knew each other’s names.The night her father told her, Elena remembered the way the lamplight trembled against the cracked plaster walls. His face looked older than it should have, his shoulders slumped under burdens she couldn’t yet understand.“
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Chapter Four: Fractures in the Light
The morning light was sharp, streaming through the gallery windows in fractured beams. Harry was already there, as he always was, organizing, adjusting, making the place hum with his quiet order. He wore that same look Naomi teased him about, the one that made him seem both present and unreachable at once.Elena hesitated in the doorway. The letter she had tucked away in her desk drawer last night burned in her memory. She hadn’t meant to open that box inside herself, hadn’t meant to stir up ghosts she had worked so hard to bury. But one call from Harry, one look too direct, and her defenses had cracked.And now, here she was drawn to him, yet desperate to keep her distance.“Elena,” Harry said, his voice steady. He glanced up at her, those eyes too observant, too sharp. He noticed everything, even when she tried to hide.She forced a thin smile and busied herself with the flyers stacked on a table. “We should finalize the order for next week’s exhibit. The new pieces from Lagos are a
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Chapter Five: A Stranger Among Us  
The lounge was quieter than usual, its walls humming with the hush of waiting. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, catching on the curves of bronze, the shimmer of glass, the solemn faces carved into wood. Harry had come in early, still tired from a night of restless sleep. Elena had called before dawn, her voice brisk but apologetic. “I’ve got an appointment in the city,” she’d said. “I won’t be in today. Don’t miss me too much.”Harry had chuckled, though the sound felt forced. When the line went dead, he’d stared at his phone longer than he should have, unsettled by how empty the day already felt. He didn’t expect to find anyone there, not yet, but as he entered the main hall, the air shifted. Someone was standing near the centerpiece, a sculpted figure of a woman lifting her face to the sky, hands outstretched as though pulling hope from the clouds. The man leaned in, studying the lines of the stone with an intensity that made Harry pause. He was older, broad in the shoulders
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Chapter Six: The Weight of Forgiveness
The lounge was quieter than usual that evening. The last of the staff had gone home, leaving only the dim glow of the chandeliers and the low hum of an old jazz record spinning in the corner. Harry leaned on the bar, his sleeves rolled up, a glass of whiskey untouched at his elbow.Elena sat a few tables away, her back straight but her eyes distant, as though she were listening to music no one else could hear. Since her confession the night before her raw admission about her father, she had spoken little to him. She had been polite, even gentle, but she carried herself like someone retreating, like every word cost her more than she could afford.Harry felt the weight of her silence. He had told himself to give her space, to let her decide when to close the distance between them. But space was dangerous. In space, ghosts lived.He ran a hand down his face, inhaled, and finally broke the silence. “Elena.”She blinked, dragged back from wherever her mind had gone, and looked at him wari
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Chapter Seven: Explosive Core
The air in the lounge turned heavy, thick enough that Harry felt every breath scratch his lungs. The quiet space that usually hummed with jazz and low conversation now vibrated with something raw, unspoken, and dangerous.Elena stood frozen, her hand trembling in Harry’s, her eyes locked on the older man at the door. Her lips barely moved, yet the word had already shattered the room.“Papa.”Miguel Rivera looked like a ghost summoned too late. His clothes hung loose on his frame, his face mapped with creases of regret, his hair thin and gray. But it was his eyes,the same dark, searching eyes Elena once carried as a child that made her body stiffen with rage.“Elena,” he whispered, voice thick, broken. “Mi hija… my daughter.”Her chest rose sharply. “Don’t. Don’t you dare call me that.”Harry’s jaw clenched. He kept his grip steady on Elena’s hand, though his other curled into a fist by his side. This was no coincidence, Miguel showing up here again tonight, after hovering on the edges
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Chapter Eight: Ashes and Echoes
The lounge was still, the air raw from the storm that had broken hours before. Harry hadn’t locked the door. He couldn’t bring himself to. The walls themselves felt heavy, as though they had witnessed too much to be sealed in silence.Miguel had left. His confession still lingered, acidic and sharp, refusing to fade. Elena sat in the corner booth where she’d once sketched between performances, her face pale, eyes vacant. Harry paced the room, restless, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as though he feared what they might do if freed.Neither spoke for a long while.Finally, Elena’s voice cut through, hoarse. “Why now? Why did he wait all these years?”Harry stopped, but he couldn’t answer.Elena pressed her palms flat against the table, her words trembling but fierce. “He let me believe for years that he’d abandoned me. He let me believe he was just a coward who sold his daughter and vanished. And now he comes crawling back with” she swallowed hard “with this?”Harry sat opposite
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Chapter Nine- The Flash Back
The hotel room smelled of damp carpet and regret. Miguel sat on the edge of the narrow bed, his elbows pressed to his knees, his hands trembling as they cupped his face. Outside, the neon sign of the bar across the street flickered “OPEN” in uneven intervals, casting a sickly glow across his bare, unshaven jaw. The bottle of cheap whiskey lay tipped on the nightstand, a thin amber river seeping into the wood.Sixteen years. That’s how long it had been since his life unraveled. He’d once had a perfect family at least he thought so. A wife whose smile steadied him, two beautiful girls who giggled like chimes in the wind. And Maria. God, Maria Rivera. His eldest. A voice like sunlight breaking over a dark valley, a girl whose song could wake the dead. He’d seen the future in her: concert halls, record deals, stages where her voice would rise and rise.And then came the boy. Young, reckless, hungry. Miguel had said no, had said she’s too young, she got her whole life ahead of her. But Mar
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Chapter Ten - The Meeting
The cafe on Maple Street was alive with a quiet buzz. Cups clinked against saucers, the hiss of the espresso machine punctuated the background hum, and the aroma of roasted beans mixed with the sweetness of fresh pastries. It was a cozy little place, one Elena had chosen with careful deliberation. Neutral ground. Public. Bright enough that shadows couldn’t creep in.She had arrived ten minutes early, unable to sit still at home. Her nerves were a knot in her chest. A week had passed since the night at DuBois Lounge the night when the air had cracked open with revelations and tears, when she’d seen her father not as a distant ghost but as a shattered man begging for forgiveness. That night had left her restless. She hadn’t slept much since, replaying his words in her mind, trying to separate truth from excuse.And now, here she was, waiting for him.Elena sat near the window, her coat draped neatly over the back of the chair. She cupped her hands around the mug in front of her, though
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