Novel & Cerita El Silvon

Victor, in his late fifties but still powerfully built and commanding, fed every dark craving she possessed. Their dates had grown more frequent and extravagant. Private jets to Monaco, five-star suites in Singapore, and now a week-long yacht cruise along the Mediterranean. Sophia posted everything on her rapidly growing social media—sun-soaked selfies in tiny bikinis, videos of her sipping champagne on the deck. In several shots, the back of an older man appeared: broad shoulders in tailored linen shirts, silver hair, strong hands on her waist. In one particularly bold video, she straddled his lap on the sundeck, grinding against him while his hand disappeared under her skirt. The camera an

I interrupt, reaching for the box of tissue, “she has videos, Thea. I saw him do it with my own two eyes.” Thea shakes her head, her ponytail bobbing all over the place. “Look, videos can be doctored these days. AI has taken over everything. Who knows —“ “It wasn’t AI.” I interrupt, wincing at the pounding in my skull. “That video was real. Silvan killed his step-mother. Over some… sports car.” It sounds unbelievable even as I say it. So stupidly unbelievable. Silvan works extremely hard. I believe he would never harm another human being over a material possession. But I didn’t know him then…

His gaze, almost instinctively, sought the anchor in the storm. Silas Vance stood near the grand piano, a statue carved from granite. He was Dominic’s head of security, but for the past two years, he’d been Leo’s personal shadow. Ex-military, Silas possessed an imposing stillness. He wasn’t bulky, but lean and powerful, every line of his dark suit hinting at coiled strength. His grey eyes scanned the room with methodical precision, missing nothing. A faint scar traced his strong jawline, a pale whisper of a violent past Leo could only imagine. Silas was a silent sentinel, impassive, professional, an extension of Dominic’s control.

Silva vigorously nodded, letting go of some of the curls that were piled on top of her head. So, who are you aiming for? Silva chuckled. “Sam. He is flawless. He is ten years my senior, but when he wants, he can really lay on the charm. He is also accustomed to my flirtations. "I can see you turning on a lot of wolves." “Yeah.” Silva played with her unruly curls. "I have a bit of a joking nature. I suppose I ought to tone it down.

I am Silvara. I am the divine wolf, and I will not let him touch my family again.

“That’s why it will work.” Inside the terminal in the private hall, Silvio Thorne didn’t walk, he appeared, a shadow made flesh. Silver-haired, lean like a wolf. Navy linen blazer, collar open, no tie. Rings on both hands. His eyes were the color of glacier ice, no warmth, just depth. “Ms. Fabrizio,” he greeted, voice velvet over glass. “They said you wouldn’t come.” “They don’t know me,” Talana said, shaking his hand with the same fingers that once pulled a trigger through a man’s eye.

Whispers broke out immediately, but it was Silvio Mancini who spoke aloud, his tone laced with derision. “So, it’s true,” Silvio drawled, leaning forward with a smug grin. “You’re talking about that woman you bought, aren’t you? What’s her name—Selena?” He chuckled, his voice dripping with mockery. “She’d make a fine mistress, I’ll give you that. Perfect for warming your bed. But a Rosso bride? Come on, Adrian. Let’s be serious. She’s not fit to—” Before Silvio could finish, the sharp crack of a gunshot echoed through the room. Silvio’s hand flew to the table, blood pooling beneath it as he screamed in agony. Adrian lowered his pistol with a calm that was far more terrifying than rage.

"I’m teaching you the Silvio Special," Silvio whispered, throwing an arm around my shoulder like we were best friends heading to a movie instead of a girl trying to escape a house full of mobsters, "If you want to sneak out of this mansion undetected, you don't go over the walls. You go under the radar. Come on, Sis. If you're going to ruin Salvatore's night, I want to make sure you actually succeed. It’ll be the funniest thing that's happened in this house since Adriano tried to cook."

There was no saving him. “She needs to see this side of you.” Silvio's jaw clenched at the sound of the voice, a subtle tic betraying his emotions. The man beneath him swallowed hard, inching backward in a feeble attempt to escape. With a deliberate motion, Silvio licked his lips, savouring the anticipation that hung in the air like a heavy fog. Slowly, he turned, his gaze sweeping across the scene until it settled on the silhouette of a figure standing in the centre. Despite the darkness obscuring their features, Silvio could discern the unmistakable hazel eyes, burning with a fierce intensity that mirrored his own. “She will see every side of me, whether she likes it or not. She's mine to

I'm just about to run out of my office and stop the fight when I feel Silvio pull me back. "¡Silvio, para! ¡Necesito terminar esto ahora antes de que la maten!" Silvio, stop! I need to finish this now before they kill her! I shout at him, not sure why he's holding me back. "Solo espera. Reloj." Just wait. Watch. Silvio remarks calmly, making me turn back to look at him in confusion. However, he simply nods approvingly toward the fight happening below. I pause in my desire to leave to see that Sienna managed to get the upper hand once again. She not only grabbed the chair from him but also managed to pummel him with it before tossing it out of the cage in annoyance.