A Vow Of Silence Novels & Stories

For a brief moment, everything fell silent. Then, Wyatt's furious roar erupted. "Anna! Are you done playing around?" He pointed at Joseph, his voice full of anger. "You even hired an actor just to make me jealous? Not bad. How much did you pay him this time? "Name your price. I'll give you ten times what she did. Just get out of my sight!" Joseph stepped in front of me, shielding me. His gaze darkened, and a chilling aura rolled off him, like someone who had walked through real battlefields.

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

The car ride to the airport was silent, but it wasn't a peaceful silence. It was the kind of quiet that felt like a bomb with a ticking timer. Nikolai sat as far away from me as possible, staring out at the streets. Every time the car hit a bump and our shoulders brushed, he would stiffen like I had burned him.

And now it made sense. Her wide eyes. Her trembling fingers. Her silence. She saw. And I had made a vow—to silence anyone who discovered that side of me. No exceptions. No loose ends. But now… what if the person who saw it was her? Would I really be able to silence Maisie?

I'm not worthy of all this. My chain of thoughts was broken by Ammi's voice cutting through the tension in the room. "Dua beta they're here are you ready" I turned around while setting my dupatta over my head. To say I'm nervous enough to pass out would be an understatement. I am shaking if not Visibly then internally. Ya Allah please let this be a good decision if not for me then for Raza. I can't ruin his life with a mute burden like me. Ya Rabb help me. Ameen

The seductive suggestion of the act especially in a room where it’s only the two of us made me blush and I looked away. “What's next week?” I croaked, remembering his earlier conversation with someone. I knew I was revealing the fact that I eavesdropped but I didn’t care as long as it filled the heavy silence. His heavy footsteps were audible and my body stiffened at being notified of his every movement. “A wedding,” he simply answered, his low voice seeming far away.

“She’s the lie they built. So who are they really?” The silence that followed felt like a vow.

The fire cracked loudly, as if in protest. “They called a gathering under the eclipse. And they forged a treaty. One that split the territory in two—vampires to the west of the river, wolves to the east. We would not cross into their land, and they would not cross into ours. A pact of silence. Of peace. An unspoken warning backed by blood.” Ashara blinked. “That’s… real?” she whispered. Zev glanced at her but said nothing. The weight of history was too thick to interrupt.

Thanks to her connections, it had been approved fast. After lunch, we split. Turning a corner, I spotted Ethan, who still rocked all black. He was standing there like a model. Some things were just unavoidable. I took a breath and walked up with a poker face. "You're here to hit the courthouse with me?" I asked. That shut down whatever he had planned to say. After a pause, he mumbled, "I get you hate me. I've been thinking a lot these days, realizing my failure. You can hit me or yell at me as you like. I won't complain. Just cool off."

They thought confinement would teach me obedience, that shame would break me. But all it did was sharpen the vow forming in my chest. I would not beg for Caelan again. I would not plead with parents who saw only disgrace. I would not show them weakness—not ever again. If they wished me silent, then let them. I would use the silence to forge myself stronger. I pressed my palm over my belly, lips moving soundlessly. A vow, whispered not to my parents, not even to Caelan, but to myself and the life within me: