All Chapters of The Storm Begins with a Whisper: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Wesley pulled himself together and acted like nothing had happened when he got home.The second he stepped through the doorway, Sandra came running and threw her arms around him. He stopped dead when he saw Adam and Jamie in the living room too.Sandra threw her arms around Wesley, her eyes gleaming with joy. "You won't believe it, Wesley. The doctor got it wrong. I'm going to live."He gently ran his fingers through her hair, his dark eyes clouded with something unreadable. "Are you sure it was a misdiagnosis?"Looking fired up, Adam shoved the test results at Wesley. "There's no doubt about it. It's just a benign tumor. They'll remove it, and she'll be fine. As for the doctor who got it wrong, he's already been fired."Wesley glanced down at the report in his hands. After a moment, he looked up and inquired, "Does Emma know about this yet?"Adam looked a little awkward for a second.Right then, Jamie got up and walked over to Wesley. "We were just about to bring that up with y

Jamie quickly noticed that Sandra had gone missing.Unable to reach Sandra, she ordered her men to prepare a car so that she could confront Wesley at Coleman Group. But the moment she got into the car, her own men drugged her unconscious.When she came to, she was on a desolate cliffside. Her hands and feet were bound tightly. She was only a step away from plunging into the ravine below."Irvin Campbell! What are you doing?" Jamie's face turned ashen.Irvin replied coldly, "Mr. Coleman already knows everything you and Ms. Sandra have done—including how you advised her to stage that fall off the cliff."Jamie's eyes widened in shock. "Irvin, you're my employee! How dare you work for Wesley instead?"Hearing this, he let out a bitter chuckle. "Yes, I've worked diligently for you for ten years. But tell me—what have you given me in return all these years?"Jamie was at a loss for words.He continued, "When my mother was gravely ill, you stood by and did nothing. In fact, you threa

Zachary was the heir to the Hamilton Group. His family controlled a vast multinational shipping empire, and his purpose aboard this vessel was to personally inspect the operations of major ports.He first noticed Emma at a dinner banquet. At the time, she was sitting quietly in a corner, her fingers flying over the keyboard. She stood out like a sore thumb in the gaudy, ostentatious atmosphere.Zachary didn't strike up a conversation immediately. Instead, he signaled a waiter to deliver a glass of freshly pressed orange juice to her, then leaned against the bar, quietly watching her work. The two didn't interact much. It remained that way until one day when a drunk and belligerent man tried to assault Emma. Zachary stepped in and subdued him.From then on, the two began to grow closer. That was when Zachary learned she was a novelist."What do you write? Can I have a look?"He leaned forward slightly, his fingers resting casually on the back of the couch. He carefully held his g

Emma came down with a high fever as soon as she returned home. Those memories she had long buried surged back like a flood, smothering her completely.Through it all, Zachary never once left her side.Late at night, when chills wracked her body, he tirelessly replaced the warm towel on her forehead. At dawn, when her mouth was parched and dry, there was always a glass of warm water at her bedside, well within reach.Three days later, her fever finally broke.Holding a glass of warm milk, Zachary touched her forehead lightly and asked, "How do you feel?"Emma managed a faint smile and reassured him, "I'm fine."Though she said that, he knew she was anything but fine.In the six months he had known her, he had never once pried into her private matters. It wasn't until Wesley appeared yesterday that he realized just how many secrets she carried.He had his men look into her past. The more he learned, the more shocked he became.More than four years ago, she had married into the C

Time crawled by under Wesley's deliberate attempts at pleasing her.He ordered people to scour the world for treasures—antiques from auction houses, custom-made gowns, and the like—to be delivered to Emma in an endless stream.But now, no matter how extravagant the gift, they failed to stir the faintest ripple in her heart.She always sat alone in the garden with a laptop resting on her knees. Her fingers tapped steadily on the keyboard.At first, Wesley assumed it was merely her way of passing the time, until one afternoon when Skyler handed him a tablet."Mr. Coleman, you should take a look at this."Skyler's expression was conflicted, as though he were at a loss for words.Wesley glanced at the screen, and his face immediately darkened.It was Emma's serialized novel.After reading just a few lines, he understood—the female lead's experiences mirrored her own, down to the last detail.So, this was what she had been doing all this time—turning her scars into words, the crue