Novel & Cerita The Power Of Keeping Your Mouth Shut

I could do nothing but open my mouth in shock . When I finally mustered some strength to talk, only one word came out from my mouth . ' No . '

But, it is not working, not in the slightest. Yes, my body hurts like hell and every piece of my body is aching, but still. I still have refused to spare him a glance just less, respond. I have plead the fifth and I have earlier realized it is better for me to keep shut. Thy want me to speak, just so they could have something to hold against me as leverage. It does not matter what I say, they will find a way to twist it to fit their own sock narrative sadly. And so, I resorted to the only solution—keeping my mouth firmly shut and not saying a thing.

"Say a word again and I'm going to kiss you mercilessly right now" I don't need to be told twice. Of course, I shut my mouth tightly. As much as I want to shout at him, hit him, and go away from here, I just can't do that. I just end up shutting my mouth tightly.

Back in my office I closed the door behind me and exhaled slowly. I hadn’t spoken a single word to them, but that didn’t mean I was weak. No silence was power. And mine was growing louder every day. Let them smirk. Let them mock. Let them place their hope in Logan's silence. Because either way, I was not done. Not by a long shot.

A silent warning not to say or do anything. I massaged my jaw, feeling the dull ache course through my jawline. It’s got a death wish, clearly. “We both know she’s not my fucking mother,” I muttered through clenched teeth. “So let’s cut the fucking charades, Godfather.” I spat the word like venom. “What are you doing here? Last I heard, you were hiding out in some monastery… getting your dick sucked by monks.” His eyes widened and his jaw tightened. “Watch your fucking mouth, boy. Don’t forget who you’re talking to,” he said, with a stern glare.

At the audience beyond it. Investors. Board members. Rivals. Marcus. Everyone who understands power language. “My wife’s medical information,” I say evenly, “is not public entertainment.” A murmur spreads through the crowd. Firm. Controlled. Non-denial. The reporter presses. “So you’re not denying the rumors?” Predictable. I let a brief silence stretch. Silence creates authority when used correctly. Behind me, Lydia breathes slowly. I can feel the controlled rise of her shoulders through my hand. She isn’t shrinking from the moment. She’s waiting to see how far I will go.

Franklin said. “I know how to keep my mouth shut!” I snapped gently like my mother. “And even if I talk about it, it'd just seem like a myth.” “Well, I can't take the risk!” Franklin slammed his hand on the desk. I shook on the chair I sat, now rethinking my earlier statement of splurging everything that came to mind.

My foot tapped impatiently, my mouth itching me to say something witty to annoy him. Cookie, shut up. Cookie, shut up. Cookie, shut up. Don't talk. Don't talk. Don't talk! I heard my breath and bit my lip, I can do this, I can do this… I can't do this! I have to talk!

We didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. But she saw something. I knew she did. Not the power. Not fully. But the change. The shift. And she held onto it. Just like I did. I lowered my gaze slightly. Let the moment pass. Let them believe what they wanted. Because for now— Silence was my greatest weapon. Not strength. Not rage. Not even control. Just patience. But inside— That power continued to move. To grow. To respond. And I could feel it now.

You’ll kill more. You know you will. My breath came faster. I stood abruptly, pacing the length of the room like a caged animal. “Shut up,” I growled aloud. Silence. For one heartbeat. Then— Why fight it? The voice was no longer just a whisper. It was smoother now. You’re strong when you let go. You’re powerful when you stop pretending. You’re nothing when you hold back. A sharp pulse went through my skull. I staggered, gripping the edge of the table to steady myself.