Full House Silence Is Not Golden Novels & Stories

“You just broke off the merger without any warning!” Mr. Silvester leaned back in his chair, “I had to, Miss Richardson,” he said evenly. “My son wasn’t fond of the decision.” Amy let out a derisive laugh. “Oh, please! Don’t try to pin this on your homo son. You were okay with the merger, regardless of how much he opposed it. This was your decision, not his.” "Stop calling him, Homo. Lady, I'm being generous to let you here or I would've called the security when you entered."

He blushed as he was congratulated. One spectator from afar didn't like any of it. "Fast. Ingenious. Tsk. But he's still deaf. He's useless."

The Konstantino family had owned it for years, though these days they tend to rent it out from time to time. I didn’t want to show it too much, but I was really excited about this trip. A whole weekend. Just the three of us? Yes, please. “Music?” I asked, reaching for the stereo. “Please, yes,” Kyler said from MY space in the front. “Silas has had us in silence for the past fifteen minutes like we’re driving to a funeral.” “Nothing bad with silence.” Silas defended. I scrolled through Sila’s carefully curated playlists and picked one randomly. It was soft instrumental and jazzy.

His face, still bruised from the fight, looked both handsome and vulnerable, just as it had the day I saved him years ago. Using sign language, I asked if it hurt. He lowered his head, letting out a faint, bitter laugh. "Raelynn, if I didn't come here, would you have ever asked me that?" he questioned. He glanced at me with an unreadable expression, then turned to leave. "Don't get your hopes up," he muttered. "The Joslins would never let Harvey marry a mute person. You'll never get anywhere trying to climb that high." I lifted my hands to respond but stopped myself.

They giggled and whispered. Silas walked up onto the stage and stood in front of all of them with his hands placed on his hips. He cleared his throat. All of them immediately stopped talking and all eyes were on him. Power radiated off of him and his voice was loud and clear as he spoke out to them, "We have a visitor."

Vance whispered, his low, sandpaper baritone cutting through the microphone audio like a heavy iron block. The entire ballroom went completely dead silent. The announcer froze on the stage, his gold gavel hovering inches above the wooden block, his eyes wide with absolute shock. Fifty million dollars was an astronomical amount—a sum that could buy an entire shipping subsidiary, spent casually on a single vintage watch just to flex a billionaire's financial muscle in front of the city's elite.

The silence that followed was so heavy it seemed to dampen the sound of distant traffic. "Answer her, Tobi!" someone from the back of the crowd hissed. "Tell them about the gold silk!" Tobi looked at Nike. He saw the way she looked at her watch a quick, nervous flick of the wrist. She wasn't looking for his truth; she was looking for a soundbite. "I... I..." Tobi started. The word felt like a jagged stone. "Take your time, dear," Nike said, though her eyes were scanning the crowd for a backup interviewee. "But remember, radio is a medium of sound. We need the 'why' behind the 'wow.'"

"You overleveraged your soul. And now, the debt is due." Within seconds, the gold was gone. Silas lay on the floor, a frail, elderly man with empty, gray eyes. He wasn't a god. He wasn't even a businessman. He was just a ghost in a house full of them. I walked over to the box and closed the lid with a definitive click. The silence that followed was heavy, but it wasn't cold. I turned back to Iris. She was standing in the moonlight, her skin pale and perfect, watching me with an intensity that made my heart ache.

“We will find you a better husband.” A loud thud hit the table. It was Silas. He had slammed his hand down and declared, “I am not going to fail!”

Gold hurried to his mansion from the hotel immediately the video trends, he was very furious, now what will people think of him. His fans and the whole world thought that Gold was from a rich family but they will try to dig into his business and he will be completely ruined. ”Old man, I gave you the sum of two million dollars today and did you forget about your promise to keep quiet for life…. To you, you are a father but to me, you are long dead… I was only giving you the money to keep your blabber mouth busy” Gold lashed while Mr. Kelvin looked down at his feet.