All Chapters of SILENT SINS: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Two months after the honeymoon, the private study on the upper penthouse floor of Damien’s tower remained the one room Yasmin was not meant to enter. He kept it locked out of active secrecy—work hard drives, burner phones, folders from the years when he had treated women as temporary arrangements with clear expiration dates. He told Yasmin that none of his past philandering mattered anymore and that marriage was has closed that chapter and that he just liked to keep his stuff in that room private. She did not buy it. Yasmin found the key by accident. She had been looking for a way to get her hands on it though. You know what they say about what you want, wanting you too.The key had slipped behind a leather tray in Damien’s desk during one of the nights he drank until the edges of the room softened. She had been looking for a spare charger when she found it. The key was small, unlabeled, and unfamiliar. Curiosity did the rest. The lock turned with a soft, decisive click.The room was

For three whole days after Yasmin’s death, Damien Lennox disappeared from the world while still being physically inside it. He did not eat. He did not sleep properly. He barely spoke.The penthouse, which had once seemed enormous because of the number of people moving through it, suddenly felt unbearably empty.Staff members came and went quietly, afraid of disturbing him. Food was carried into his room and left untouched. Drinks sat beside his bed until they became warm. Plates returned exactly as they had arrived.On the first day, everyone assumed he needed time. On the second, they became worried and by the third, they were terrified.“Sir, please,” one of the staff members said from the doorway. “You have to eat something.”Damien sat near the window, staring outside.He looked nothing like the man they had known. His expensive clothes hung loosely against his body. His hair was disheveled. His face had lost its usual arrogance, and the sharpness in his eyes had been replaced by s

There is a botanical garden that has become Elara’s escape. Whenever the walls of the mansion began to feel too close, whenever the weight of her marriage, the memories of everything she had endured, or the endless responsibilities surrounding her children became too much, she came here. It was quiet, private, beautiful and, most importantly, nobody bothered her. At least, that was what she had believed.That afternoon, however, even the garden could not give her peace. She sat beneath a large tree, staring blankly at the flowers ahead of her. Her phone rested beside her, screen facing down.Lucas was still in surgery. Lila was in the hospital too. Kai was dealing with the chaos surrounding the accident, and Elara felt as though her heart had been torn into pieces and scattered across the hospital corridors. She had barely slept. She had barely eaten. Every time her phone vibrated, her heart jumped. Every unfamiliar number made her afraid. Every message made her wonder whether the hos

Four days had passed since the night that had nearly broken them. Four days since the hospital corridors had been filled with panic, hurried footsteps, whispered prayers, doctors rushing in and out, and the kind of silence that made every second feel dangerous but that morning, something was different.There was peace. Not complete peace. Not yet but enough. Lucas was awake. Lila was also awake. They were both still weak, both surrounded by machines and tubes, both looking far more fragile than the two eighteen-year-olds who had climbed into their Lamborghini days earlier with laughter and excitement but they were alive and for the first time in days, nobody in the room was afraid of receiving another terrible phone call.Kai sat beside Lila's bed. He had barely left her side. His hand rested gently over hers as he watched her sleep. She had been awake for most of the morning, asking for water, complaining about the hospital food, the ugly hospital gown, and repeatedly insisting that

Elara woke up screaming. Again. Her hands flew to her chest as she sat upright in bed, breathing so hard that her entire body shook. For several seconds, she did not know where she was. The room was dark. Quiet. Safe or at least, it was supposed to be safe. She looked toward the other side of the bed. Empty. Kai had gone downstairs. Elara swallowed. Her eyes burned. She pressed both hands over her face and tried to slow her breathing.“It was a dream,” she whispered.But the words did not comfort her anymore. The nightmares had started several weeks ago. At first, they had been vague. A dark hallway. A locked door. Someone screaming her name. Then they became clearer. Too clear and lately, they had centered around Alex and Lila. She hated herself for it. Alex was her son and Lila was her daughter. There was nothing in reality that should have made her think such things about them. Incest? Never! Yet the nightmares kept returning, leaving Elara waking with terror lodged inside her ches