Novel & Cerita Silence Natasha Preston

But my walls remain impenetrable, and I give nothing away. “ Natasha, what’s wrong? You don’t seem yourself. Can you tell me what happened?” She asks in a low and honest tone , I continue to remain silent, giving no response. Silver continues “Natasha, please, you can talk to me. I’m here for you.” still no response, my expression unchanged She sighs “I can see you’re not ready to talk right now. Just know that we care about you, and if you ever need someone to listen, I’ll be here.”

She wore an excessively low-cut, seductive black silk dress complemented by a plush fur shawl, bright bleached-blonde hair styled in high waves, and heavy, dark red lipstick. "Killian!" Natasha cooed, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness as she stood up. "I was beginning to think you were going to leave a girl waiting." Killian did not smile. He pulled out the seat across from her and sat down, keeping his dark leather gloves firmly on his hands. "Let's make this brief, Miss Natasha," Killian said, his voice flat and unbothered. "What business do you have with Sterling Group?" Natasha leaned across the table, fluttering her long false eyelashes. "Oh, business? Must we talk about bori

She saw that, a silver necklace with a shell-like pendant caught her eyes when she was cleaning Xander's room back when she worked as maid. "You have to find that as soon as possible and notify me after." "I'll try my best," she abided and ended the call since she has interrupted the meeting earlier. She can't stay longer outside and with that in mind, she started to stride back the hallway but on her way, she was blocked by someone who showed up just now. "I knew it." Niki was hiding there by the corner to eavesdrop. Gabbie prepared herself for the worst since she never had any peaceful interaction with her. The celebrity walked near Gabbie as she continued her assumptions, "You're betrayin

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

She wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her hoodie and then she pouted. We were all silent, well they were. I'm always silent. The only thing you could hear was the radio on low volume and the crinkling bags as we ate. "Have you done it before?" Samantha suddenly spoke up. My eyebrows furrowed and I sent her a questioning look. "Killing someone..."

"Clarence is one lucky guy. Someone always has his back, no matter how much he screws up. His wife spent millions of dollars on a massive fireworks display just to make him smile. "And now, she's singing to him like a devoted queen. What a life." The atmosphere in the video was vibrant and full of life. Yet for three years, there was nothing but dead silence between us. Even in bed, she refused to let a single sound escape her lips during our most intimate moments. Our sex life was mechanical, and our daily routine was robotic. I was the only lunatic desperately trying to keep this marriage alive. Allison had never been one with high self-control. There was a time when a single smile from me

"You sound exactly like a doctor." "I've been told I'm convincing." She swallowed the medicine before finishing almost the entire glass of water. Immediately... She looked at him with suspiciously narrowed eyes. "What?"He raised an eyebrow. "Did I..." She hesitated. "...say anything embarrassing last night?" Ethan remained completely silent, almost too silent and his expression stayed perfectly calm. Then... "Yes." Natasha froze. "...What?" "You did." Her eyes widened. "Oh no." She covered her face with both hands. "What did I say?"

Her smile widened just slightly. “Men like him pretend power matters most,” she continued. “But loneliness always catches up eventually.” Then her eyes flicked toward the studio around me. Natalia leaned her shoulder against the heavy oak doorframe, crossing her arms in a way that felt entirely possessive of the penthouse layout. She knew this place. She had walked these halls long before I was ever dragged into them. “Men like him pretend power matters most,” she continued, her crimson lips curving into an elegant, venomous smile. “But loneliness always catches up eventually. They crave an anchor. Someone to hold the line when the rest of the world is trying to bleed them dry.”

To erase the doubt. I knew this day would come. I had known it since the first time I saw Natasha standing in the moonlight, since the first time whispers started comparing her face to the one burned into memory. I knew one day I would be forced to speak, to strip the truth bare, to answer what no one else dared to. I just didn’t think it would be this soon. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, every breath in the hall waiting, every gaze fixed on me. And in that silence, Natasha’s eyes—pleading, desperate, fragile—were the only ones I could see.

I DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING but how much I always loved her. Even if she always was the one with the credits and everything, I loved her! I still do. Then why did she do all of this to me? Why...? Maybe I did something bad to her and she made me forget about it by controlling my mind. "You were so naive, Natasha," yeah, you've already stated that. "To the point that you didn't use the magic jewel which could avoid your mind from being washed and manipulated," that's because I didn't know about its existence before it was too late!