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Without knowing what was waiting on the other side of all this silence. His finger hovered over the touchpad. Then his phone rang. He picked it up without looking at the screen. “Hello.” “Daniel.” Sam Moreau’s voice. Low and controlled and tight with something underneath the control. “Are you awake?” “Yes.” A pause. “I owe you a call. My wife found your number in Lena’s old messages. I should have called earlier in the week.” “You called now,” Daniel said. “That’s enough.” Another pause. Longer this time.

Lucy's pov: Daniel exhaled as he continued sleeping and I sighed in relief, the last thing I wanted was to wake him up. I looked at my son with sad eyes, I just wanted the best for him. Even if I didn't want to admit it, my son needs a father figure in his life ,I don't even have anyone that could act as a responsible man for him to look up to and my uncle's don't keep contact with me ,because they don't like my step mom when my Father married her.

The silence stretched between us, heavy and cold. My heart was beating so loudly it felt like he could hear it. I kept my eyes on his, waiting for him to get angry, waiting for him to do something worse. To my surprise, he leaned away But then, he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't think this is over," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "You may have gotten lucky this time, but mark my words, Denise - I will fuck you soon. Hard. Whenever and however I like. And you will enjoy it because you belong to me. Every part of you. Your mouth. Your pussy. Your ass." Dahlia Rivera has spent her life in her twin sister’s shadow. But when Denise vanishes on the night of h

"So if you weren’t dealing with... all this, what would you be doing right now?" "I don’t know. Something quiet. Baking maybe. Reading." "A reader. I knew it." "How?" "You’ve got that look. Like you see more than you say." I laugh. "That’s a poetic way of calling me guarded." "You said it, not me." We spend the next hour walking again, wandering into bookstores, little artisan shops, quiet corners of the city that feel like whispers compared to the noise of real life. Daniel doesn’t push. He tells stories—about his daughters, one who wants to be a vet and the other obsessed with space. About his job. His first apartment. A vacation in Barcelona where everything went wrong, and somehow that m

He sat up fast, looking around the small room. “You’re finally awake,” Daniel said quietly. Daniel was sitting cross-legged on the other side of the cell. Silas felt annoyed right away—Daniel’s cuffs were off and lying on the floor next to him. “How the hell are you free?” Silas hissed, his throat dry and sore. “Why am I the one chained up like a dangerous criminal while you get to relax?”

He carried the weight of me as if his life depended on it, his good arm locking around me like a barricade. I closed my eyes, listening to the uneven rhythm of his heart against my ear. I wondered how two brothers could be so dangerously similar, yet so fundamentally different. Daniel was the builder of my prison, a man who wanted to own me to prove he could control the world. But Silas... Silas was the ghost who wanted to be seen. As the car turned into the long, gated driveway of the estate, I felt the shift in the air. The sanctuary was close, but the man holding me was the only thing that felt like home.

"Felix, do you even know how to have a conversation? If not, then just keep quiet." Daniel slowly looked up at Sienna. Though her irritation made her look cute to Daniel, Felix found it rather intimidating. Nervously, Felix sipped his coffee and tried to be composed while glued to the TV screen. He didn't dare utter a word. When Sienna met Daniel's intense gaze, she suddenly felt guilty. A year ago, she wrote a book while working as a caregiver at Daniel's house, and the main character was based on him. "What's your pen name?" Daniel asked, noticing Sienna's nervousness.

Nala breathes as slowly as possible late tonight, she leans against the wall to hear any movement in the next room. But there remains silence only the sound of the spring wind crackling out there, creating leaves dancing along with the breeze. What's wrong with Daniel? He's been locked up since two days ago, Nala believes. Although her mother said Daniel was out of town and didn't know when to go home. If it was true daniel was away, her brother would have said goodbye to her. Nala occasionally hears a movement at the end of Daniel's room, a falling object, something broken might just be a glass. But as soon as that sound comes up, it will sink back behind the silence like never before.

“Maybe he got tired of you, Daniel. Maybe he only ever used you for what you could give him, the apartment, the allowance, the expensive clothes. And when things got serious with Betty, when the spotlight grew too bright, he took the money and ran. It wouldn’t be the first time a gold digger showed his true colors.” The words landed like a slap. Daniel stared at her, chest heaving. For a moment he wanted to scream, to throw something, to demand they prove they had nothing to do with it. But the denial on their faces was too smooth, too practiced. He turned on his heel without another word and stormed out, the doors banging shut behind him. The walk back to his private chambers felt endless.

He looked exactly as he had in the video—cold, calculated, and entirely unimpressed by the Thorne-branded luxury Elena now inhabited. Layla was slumped in a wooden chair in the center of the room, her hands bound behind her with zip-ties. Her face was a roadmap of bruises, her eyes wide and bloodshot with terror. "El... run..." Layla wheezed, her voice cracking. "Shut up, Layla," Silas snapped, tapping a heavy brass knuckle against the countertop. He looked at Elena, his gaze dropping to the small designer handbag she was clutching. "I assume that bag isn't just for fashion. Is the 'Silent Debt' ready for its first installment?"