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At that point, I just switched my phone off, no longer having any energy to reply. Meanwhile, the doctor helped me into the consultation room with my medical report in hand. Shaking his head, he said, "Your condition is still quite bad, Miss Palmer. You have to be mentally prepared. Don't let your emotions get too intense, or else you'll…" I smiled and nodded lightly at the doctor as I shoved a handful of pills in my mouth. "Yes, I understand. I've been using this artificial heart for years now, after all." Six years ago, Scott and I went overseas on vacation. However, enemies of his family had set an ambush in advance, and the two of us got kidnapped.

And a cold voice whispered from the shadows. “Game over? Not yet.” The door slammed shut behind us. The real fight had just begun. The cold, heavy silence in the room was suffocating. The darkness wasn’t just the absence of light—it was a presence, a suffocating weight pressing down on me and Justin like an invisible hand trying to crush our spirits. To be continued...

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

"Why didn't you tell me about your problem on day one? I would have spoken louder. I wou-" She shook her head. "That's not n-necessary." "Why isn't it?" "T-t-there's something in y-your voice," she stammered nervously as she gently tugged at her fingers. "In my voice?" She nodded again. "It's h-hard to ignore." "I don't understand where you're going with this." "Your voice," she looked down as a light blush stained her cheeks, "is the only voice that I can hear perfectly."

The previous playfulness disappeared from his face as he sat frozen on his soft side, not even moving a bit. His prolonged silence thumped my heart as if it challenged me to correct the mistake I made unintentionally. However, I had no idea what I did wrong. So, taking a safer route, I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. That was when Cassian finally broke his silence. He grabbed my wrist, catching me off guard. “No!” he said, his voice rough. “You can’t ignore me like this.” My heart leapt to my throat as my eyes flew open, only to find shadows of darkness clouding Cassian’s features. He narrowed his dark eyes and said,

Their voices piled on each other until the air itself vibrated with their noise. I slammed my palm against the table and stood, the sound echoing like thunder. “QUIET!” I roared. The room went dead still. The silence that followed was heavy, trembling with the weight of my fury. Silas, my uncle, finally decided to speak. Of course he did. His voice was calm, measured, the way a man sounds when he’s about to shift the tide of the room. “I think what everyone is trying to say,” he began smoothly, “is that we need to be prepared for the possibility that she doesn’t return with what she promised.”

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

he let out, sounding as calm as he was internally. She smirked and pulled her arms over the couch again, "You're right, that was a lie. Seems you do know all there is to know." He let out a light scoff. Maybe try telling him something he didn't know better. "Then do you know this," she clasped her hands, a confident look pulling up her face. "The reason why he doesn't have his voice. He was never born mute." That's because you took it bitch.

Baba said, the thing that caught my attention was weren't they so awfully in love with each other then how come they're divorced and by the way where is kashan ever since I came back I haven't seen him or even heared of him. "OK but then what's with the attitude why can't she just talk for once huh?" I asked fed up with the silent behavior of hers who does she think she is. "Beta we don't know her parents said its been like that ever since she came back. They haven't shared much information about what happened but they said she lost her voice after an accident that's all we now." Baba answered. Wow the chatter box is permanently silent

Amelie’s POV I don’t remember when I started screaming. Only that I stopped hearing my own voice long before I stopped feeling the pain. The man didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. That somehow made it worse. His silence was more deadly than any other thing that I know. He introduced himself as Silvio. “I work in truth,” he said, like that was a job. Like that made him an artist. I didn't know why he was here, what he was here for. Until he opened the metal case slowly, letting me see everything inside.