Re Deadly Silence Novels & Stories

This one would be silent. And far more deadly.

“You should have stayed quiet.” He nodded once. A sign for them to carry on and on his order, some of the men took turns raping her brutally while he watched in silence. Her screams echoed through the empty space. Kai didn’t flinch. He simply smoked, eyes dark with controlled rage. When they finished, Lucas’ sister spat blood onto the concrete floor. “You’re a monster.” Tito leaned toward Kai. “Boss, don’t kill her. Not yet. People are already talking. You kill her now and it’ll stain everything—your image, the baby’s future. Let her rot in prison. We can make sure she stays quiet there.”

“The same way it has been, the last four years Cassian, you ignore me, and I do the same to you, it has been working perfectly fine and there is no reason to change it now.” A muscle ticked in his jaw as her words hit him. “I’m just trying to be civil.” “Civil? You don’t get to use that word now, you chose silence every single day, Cassian. I survived this house alone, and I will survive the next six months the same way, so do not speak to me unless the house is on fire.” She turned back toward the stairs, needing to get away from him, but he spoke before she could take another step.

The family glory, my parents' delayed tears—none of it meant a thing to me now. Victor and Elena completely lost their minds when they heard about Chloe's death. They were locked away in a private asylum. The massive Castellano family tore itself apart, its former glory fading into nothing. I knew that shattered organs couldn't be fixed, and a white rose crushed under the tires of a Maybach couldn't bloom again. On a snowy dusk, as the last ray of sunlight vanished over the horizon, my soul faded away. No hatred. Just peace. The living are left to their hell; the dead are finally at peace.

Chapter 12 The silence did not feel normal. At first, Aria thought it would be easier. No messages. No control. No voice on her phone. Just peace. But it did not feel like peace. It felt empty. Too quiet. Too still. Like something was missing. She sat on her bed, staring at her phone again. Nothing. No new messages since last night. Since— “Now it is just you and me.” Her chest tightened. She dropped the phone on the bed as if it burned her hand. “This is good,” she whispered to herself. “This is what you wanted.”

Left them in the fridge—don't forget to eat! But the last note she ever wrote? [Wil, Earth's just too bitter. I'm heading back to Planet Bunny! Don't worry—I'll visit often! (#^.^#)] William was always swamped. School, the company—his whole life felt like one endless war. But when the battles finally ended... All that waited was her cold body, pulled from a lake. She had tried. Really tried. Joined support groups—depression, aphasia, whatever she could find.