Romans & histoires The Price Of Silence

a voice called, distant but familiar. I didn’t have the strength to respond. My eyes fluttered shut as the darkness took over. Finally, silence.

"He has a performance coming up tonight. Do you want to go with me?" "P-Performance?" "Brandon texted me a while ago to bring you along. I'm not going to put pressure on you, but I need an answer," he said. " 'Whisper of the Silence,' a song made for you and only you. Would you like to listen to it live?"

The Price of Silence Sameera's POV I scrambled back as the men stepped closer, their shadows swallowing the little light in the room. My breath came in short, shaky gasps. My mind screamed at me to run, but my body wouldn’t move. One of them crouched in front of me, his dark eyes cold, calculating. "You don’t speak unless spoken to," he said, his voice low, dangerous. "You don’t cry. You don’t run. You don’t fight. Understand?"

But then, my eyes caught sight of the price tag, and my enthusiasm deflated. “It’s nice, but not my preference,” I hurriedly returned the gown to the saleswoman. Silas took it from her and stated, “I like it. We’ll take this.” I leaned close to him and whispered, “Silas, it’s a whopping $10,000! Let’s put it back.” Silas brushed off my concerns, took my hand, and led me to the changing room. “Silas, it’s too expensive. We shouldn’t…” I began, but he cut me off. “Shh! It’s just a few dollars. I want to see you in it, love.”

The entire auction hall plunged into a dead silence. Sharon’s expression went stiff as everyone came back to themselves and exchanged looks with each other. Ten million dollars? North Myers?! How could it be that North had bid ten million dollars for the watch in one go? Had Sharon not said that North could not bear to spend the money? Why were things not as they were supposed to be? North seemed to have predicted the silence in the hall. She said blandly, “Is there something wrong with this price of ten million dollars?”

3rd Person. It was silent. The physical distance between Gabbie and Kiel is not even a meter apart but the internal barrier felt like a kilometer long. No one is breaking the silence or even planning to at any moment. They both want to savor the relationship that is at the risk to change with the news that Gabbie is very willing to hide forever but about to spill.

"Well...if you want me to keep quiet about what I heard, which is practically everything that there is to hear, then, you need to buy my silence." " Buy your silence?How much are we talking about here?" " Because I'm not greedy and most importantly, because we are friends here," I scrunched up my nose at the mention of friendship. "Two thousand dollars will make me keep quiet." My eyes widen in shock. "What ? Have you gone mad? That is an outrageous demand you have there. Where do you expect me to get that sum of money from?" "Don't ask me.. You are the expert with doing evil here. Besides, I'm sure whoever sent you must be very wealthy."

You mustn't shield her, or else she'll be taken away by the Silverlune Guards. I tried to punch Dad angrily, but my fists passed through the air uselessly. "Bad Dad! That's not me at all! Have you forgotten? You tore the pocket in that shirt, and Mom stitched a little rabbit in that spot. The shirt in the video doesn't have a rabbit!" Mom, who had been laughing just a moment ago, suddenly fell silent. She stared at Dad, her eyes filled with contempt. "Call the Silverlune Guards here, then," she said. "I'll wait here for them."

Writer's POV “Don't! Don't do it. If it's money you want, I'll pay,” the unknown lady said, pleading with the person on the other end of the phone. “You think you can buy my silence?” “Just name your price, I'll figure out a way to come up with the money.” “50 million for my silence, a hundred million to get rid of the pictures, and 200 million for the video.” A mischievous voice came from the other end of the phone. A loud chuckle followed, and then a whisper: “You have two days.”

" Boom— The thunder hit like it was aimed at me. Like something inside me just ripped apart. I wanted to vanish. To curl up somewhere no one could see me. But where? It was all rain. All thunder. All his voice, laughing. Then William called. "Joelle?" His voice was so calm, it cut through everything—the thunder, the rain, even the echo of Nathan's voice. "Are you crying?" I wanted to say no. Really tried. But nothing came out. And like my silence gave him the answer, the tears just broke loose. "Stay where you are," he said, steady as ever. "I'm coming to get you." *** Nathan was single again. A bunch of spoiled rich kids threw a "singles party" at the club, drowning in shots and laughs.