All Chapters of The silence between us : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The first pale strands of dawn threaded their way across the estate grounds, painting the garden in hues of ash rose and soft gold. Dew clung to the roses and lavender hedges, each droplet trembling like it might fall at the slightest touch. The air smelled of smoke still, faint and lingering, but underneath it, life insisted on breaking through the sweetness of jasmine, the earthy scent of wet soil, the freshness of grass bent beneath night’s cool breath.Lucy stood at the window of the grand library, staring out at the garden as though it were a world apart. She hadn’t stepped beyond these walls since the night Gabriel nearly bled to death in her arms. Every instinct told her to keep him inside, safe, shielded from the threats that lurked beyond marble corridors and gilded doors.Yet as the light spread, she felt an undeniable tug. Something in her needed to breathe outside, needed to feel the world continuing, refusing to end even after everything had been torn open.Behind her, th

The dawn broke pale and cold over the vineyards, a washed out light that seemed to strip the colors from the land. For Lucy, it felt like the calm before a storm she could already hear rumbling just beyond the horizon.She had barely finished dressing when Elena rushed into her chamber without knocking, her face flushed.“Señora,” Elena said breathlessly, “there is someone at the gates. She demands to speak with you.”Lucy’s heart stuttered. “Who?”Elena hesitated, as though saying the name might bring a curse down upon them. “Patricia Benjamin.”Lucy froze. The name hung heavy between them, heavier than the silence that followed. She had known this moment would come, ever since the fire at the stables, ever since the poisonous letter. Patricia would not remain in the shadows forever.Lucy smoothed her skirts with steady fingers, though her heart pounded violently in her chest. “And Gabriel?”“He is awake. He knows she is here. He sent for you.”Gabriel waited for her in the solar, st

The storm outside had passed, leaving the estate wrapped in the kind of silence that felt rare, almost sacred. The gardens glistened beneath the moonlight, droplets of rain catching the silver glow as if the night itself were strung with jewels. From their bedroom window, Lucy watched the soft shimmer, her reflection faint in the glass.Behind her, she felt Gabriel’s presence before she heard him. The rustle of his shirt, the quiet sound of his breath as he approached. He didn’t speak at first, simply slipped his arms around her waist and rested his chin against her shoulder.“You’ve been standing here a long time,” he murmured.Lucy leaned into him, exhaling slowly. “I needed the quiet. After her… after everything, I just needed to remember what peace feels like.”Gabriel’s hold tightened. “Does it feel like this?”She smiled faintly at the window, her own reflection softened by the moonlight. “Yes. Like this.”They stood together, watching the rain drenched night in silence. It was

The estate had never felt so silent.Lucy sat by the open window of the east wing, watching as dusk bled across the vineyards, the sky softening into purples and gold. The cicadas had begun their evening song, and somewhere in the distance, the fountain’s trickle echoed faintly, a rhythm against the hush. It was in these moments unburdened by interruptions, untouched by enemies that she could breathe.And yet, the quiet wasn’t loneliness. It was anticipation.She turned her head slightly as she heard Gabriel’s footsteps approaching before she saw him. She had grown used to the cadence of his movements, the deliberate steadiness of his stride. It was strange, she thought, how even the sound of him walking toward her had become its own kind of reassurance.When he entered the room, he didn’t speak at once. He merely stood in the doorway, watching her with the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His shirtsleeves were rolled up, and there was something almost unguarded abou

The jet descended into Madrid beneath a gray morning sky, the horizon smudged with clouds that threatened rain. Lucy sat by the window, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Beside her, Gabriel looked outward but saw nothing, his jaw set, his silence heavy.As the wheels touched the runway, a ripple of unease washed through her. Madrid was Gabriel’s empire in many ways the nerve center of his companies, the heart of his influence. But today, it felt hostile, poisoned by Joana’s lies.When they stepped from the plane, the flash of cameras was immediate. Reporters pressed against the barricades, their shouts carrying across the tarmac.“Señor Fernandez! Are the allegations true?”“Lucy, did you know about the offshore accounts?”“Is your marriage just for power?”Lucy flinched at the barrage of questions. Security formed a barrier around them, ushering them swiftly into the waiting cars. Still, the shouts echoed in her ears long after the doors shut and the chaos was muted to a distant