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She silently spoke, feeling a sense of contentment. If only life was this easy, Aria would never have to go through the hard time that was waiting for her. She took a deep breath before stuffing her phone in the pocket and turning around. Much to her dismay, she was rendered motionless when she discovered her mate, Noah, standing behind her. Tbc...

The third voice came from a teenager, seated on the floor with his arms around his knees. He didn’t stand. “I haven’t spoken since my brother disappeared.” “Not because I couldn’t. Because every time I tried, the silence felt more honest.” He paused. “This is the first place that made silence feel like a home, not a punishment.” By now, no one was waiting for permission. Voices rose from every edge of the dome. Not stacked. Not sequenced. Just felt. Some spoke from stillness. Others wept as they whispered. One girl simply raised her hand and didn’t say anything.

“Voice memos, call logs, meeting transcripts. Enough to nail at least three of the board members — including Anton Del Fierro.” I inhaled sharply. “Anton? But he’s been silent this whole time.” “Silent,” Claudine said, “and deadly.” She handed Justin a set of headphones. “We need you to confirm some of these. You’re the only one who knows which parts were manipulated.” For the next hour, we watched him listen. His face stayed stone-cold, but I saw the tension in his jaw. The way his fingers curled tighter with every passing second. When he finally removed the headphones, he looked sick.

The deeper he went, the more frantic he became. He called my name over and over again, but no one answered. Laila had followed him outside, and finally, she snapped. "Philip, stop. Grace's a grown woman. She's not lost—she's just being dramatic again. Why are you making this such a big deal—" "Shut up!" Philip snapped, turning on her with fire in his eyes. "Keep your mouth shut, or get the hell out of my sight!" He kept moving, heart thudding with every step.

Even if it felt that way sometimes. After a long while, Luca approached, his footsteps slow and unthreatening. He didn’t speak right away. He just sat down beside me, letting the silence settle between us like an old friend. Only when the stars shifted higher in the sky did he finally speak. “It’s hard, isn’t it?” Luca said, his voice quiet. “The silence.” I nodded slowly, not trusting myself to look at him. If I did, the tears threatening to spill might actually fall. He turned to face me, his expression open and kind. “You feel cut off from everyone. Like you’re behind glass, banging on it, but no one can hear you.”

****************************POV: Morgan************************** --- It was the silence that got to me. Not the news. Not the headlines. Not the whispers from politicians pretending they didn’t see the monster growing under our roof for years. But the silence. The kind that hangs in a room after someone you love stops breathing. I’d heard it the day they told me Sadie fell. I heard it again the night Henry said he couldn’t reach Liam. Now it was back, dragging its cold fingers across the mahogany of my office desk.

No one knew when it could reopen. Benjamin approached, wanting to offer some words of comfort, but nothing came. He, who could speak circles around anyone in business, now stood helpless and mute in front of her. Before he could speak, Nissa lifted her phone. Her eyes were dull, expression gray. On the screen was a single sentence. "Did you do this?" Benjamin froze. She suspected him? He could not believe it. A wave of cold ran through his chest, his heart gripped by grief, anger, and emptiness.

Silence consumed the universe. The words echoed endlessly across the network, vibrating through billions of minds with the weight of a dying star. "So this is the one who keeps ruining everything." The First Hunger's golden eye remained fixed on Luca. Not Ava. Not Elias. Not the Architect. Luca.

​He stepped back, his face returning to its silent, stony mask. ​"The shower is ready," Lorenzo said, gesturing to the bathroom. "Five minutes, Bianca. Make them believe you’re the smartest person in the room, or you won't live to see ​I looked at the bloody chip on the floor, then at the man who had just saved me—and threatened me—in the same breath. ​"Fine," I said, my voice cold. "I'll speak for the Silent Don. But when I'm done, he's going to wish he’d stayed quiet."

The flame held for a long moment, painting his features in orange and shadow, and then it went out, replaced by the soft red glow of the cigarette tip as he inhaled. The silence that followed was the most complete and terrifying silence Tobin had ever experienced. Emeric did not stand. He did not raise his voice. He did not reach for a weapon or call for security. He simply sat in the dark and smoked and looked at Tobin with those pale grey eyes, and the total absence of reaction was far more unsettling than violence would have been. Tobin did not run, because running would confirm that he was afraid, and Tobin Leith did not give that kind of information away for free. He stood perfectly sti