Daniel Silva New Novel Novels & Stories

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

However, before I could wallow in self-pity, I watched in disbelief as Tania rushed over, beaming with excitement, to greet the woman beside Silas. “Everyone! Meet my Boss, Ms. Anika Blackthorn,” Tania announced, clapping her hands in excitement. “She’s the CEO of Blackthorn enterprises and this is her fiancé, Mr. Silas!” If I may repeat it for the third time… what the fuck? My mind couldn't comprehend the sudden turn of events. Silas disappeared without a trace, and now he's suddenly engaged to this woman? This wolf? I honestly didn’t don't know what to feel…but I certainly hadn't expected this sudden rush of emotions that I couldn’t even name.

Silas’ POV The scent of blood was old now. His wrists were raw from fighting the chains, his vision blurred from the steady burn of wolfsbane. But his mind… his mind was still sharp. Noah hadn’t returned since their last argument. Which could only mean one thing. Someone else was coming. The kind of someone who wouldn’t hesitate. The kind who didn't leave bruises. Killers. And Silas was the prize. He closed his eyes. Not to sleep but to focus.

I was going crazy trying to make sense of it. And in any case, what else did I have to do in this villa? *** On the third day, the silence started to shift. Daniel stopped by in the morning. Said nothing. Just left a new book on the table and left. He was watching me. I could feel it. Something was about to happen. And whatever fragile peace we had built in this cursed place—whatever odd routine I’d grown used to—was about to shatter. I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. But I knew it was coming.

They were co-existing in a silence that was louder than any argument they had ever had. Elena stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her hand resting on the slight, almost imperceptible curve of her stomach. The "Silent Debt" was no longer a secret, but it had become a wall. Julian had bought her sister’s safety, he had bought Silas Vane’s silence, and in doing so, he had bought her. "You’re brooding again," Julian’s voice drifted from the doorway. She didn't turn around. She watched his reflection in the glass—a tall, dark specter in a charcoal suit, loosening his tie as if the very silk were strangling him.

“Please, just a minute. I swear—” “No.” I stepped back. “Daniel, I’m already in trouble because of you. Please—go.” But of course, Daniel never listened. “Trouble?” he asked, frowning. “With that old man you married?” I clenched my teeth. “Don’t call him that.” Daniel scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s the truth, Nova. You think I don’t know what this is? You married a billionaire—what, two months after you were working as a maid? People talk. I’ve heard things.”

Chapter 8 KIARA’S POV Moving day felt less like a romantic transition and more like a hostile takeover of a very boring, very grey museum. I stood in the center of Silva’s living room, clutching my designer handbag like a shield, and stared at the "minimalist" disaster before me. The penthouse was all glass, steel, and shades of slate that made me wonder if he’d ever actually seen a color in his life. It was hyper-modern, hyper-clean, and irritably sterile—just like the man who owned it.

Anabella Pov. I lay there in silence. The silence was heavy, pressing on my chest like a stone. I didn’t want to move. I couldn’t move. My body didn’t even feel like it belonged to me anymore, it felt stolen, broken, desecrated. Daniel’s arm had fallen off the edge of the coach, his breathing deep and even, like a man who had spent the night at leisure, satisfied. His face looked calm in sleep. Innocent, almost.

Six months later, on a snowy night, a dull thud echoed from the convent’s bell tower. Chloe jumped from the top, ending her own sinful life. She left a single note before she died: "If there's a next life, I never want to be born into the mafia." My spirit drifted through the snowy night, watching my sister’s broken body get tossed into an unmarked grave behind the convent. No flowers. No tears. No one to mourn her. Strangely, I didn't feel the thrill of revenge. I just didn't care anymore. The family glory, my parents' delayed tears—none of it meant a thing to me now.

I whispered, stepping into the furnace of his embrace, "the books are balanced. The Council is dust. Your family’s debt to the Priestess line is paid in full. And the Vane Empire is finally under a management that cares about more than the bottom line." Silas pulled me closer, his forehead resting against mine. The lethal, cold "Ice King" was gone. In his place was someone I had helped build, and who had built me in return. We weren't just a CEO and an employee, or an Alpha and a Mate. We were the Architects of a future that didn't exist until we fought for it. "I have one more contract for you to sign," Silas murmured, his breath hot against my lips. He didn't pull out a folder. He reached