Novel & Cerita The Quiet Daughter Couldn’t Wait

That was an hour ago. Episodes like the one outside drained our daughter to no end. I knew I had pushed her too far. That I was probably the sole reason for her needing to be put to sleep. But I needed her to be ready. To take her place amongst us once and for all. If she is to pass my test then she will begin her training as Queen. So many things rested on her beating me in a fight. It would show us just how much discipline she had. From the looks of it, she had none. "You had taken it too far this time, Luciana!" Julian roared from behind me as I rounded another corner. His anger vibrated through the halls.

Not towards Nicoli. She had been frustrated, like she thought earlier. She had let the frustration speak before she had finished deciding what she actually wanted to say. A dumb thing to do but she would rectify it soon enough. I will go to him, she planned. After I’ve had enough time to calm down. Before Ana comes and Nicoli will be too distracted once again to– “You make quiet the entrance, daughter.” Hidi's hand froze against the frame. That voice— She blinked once, hard, fighting the suspended moment for control of her own body. Her fingers stayed glued to the gilded edge. Weight still forward. Face still half-turned toward the meadow and the summer light and the whole soft, half-built f

The room was too quiet. Even with the sound machine playing soft waves near the window, even with Eira’s soft breathing beside her, Vera felt the quiet burrow into her skin. She stared at the ceiling. Blank, like her future. Her daughter had fallen asleep easily, curled up against the plush pillows like this was just another adventure. Bunny tucked under her chin. Her mouth slightly parted, lashes heavy over flushed cheeks. Vera had kissed her temple and lingered longer than she needed to.

Valeria’s blood turned cold. “Mommy!” The girl gripped her tighter. Valeria pressed a hand over her daughter’s mouth softly. “Shh. Quiet now.” They listened together. The footsteps grew louder, closer, dragging something heavy across the floor. Valeria bit down on her lip until she tasted blood. Then, silence. The quiet was worse. It meant someone was listening. Searching. Her daughter trembled so hard Valeria feared she’d hear her shaking. She tightened her grip, whispering so soft it was almost breathless. “Not a sound, baby. Not one sound.”

I open my mouth but nothing comes out. The silence stretches on, and then she turns to Cynthia, clearly no longer interested. "I can't sleep." "Would you like your father to read you a story?" Cynthia doesn't look at me, and her voice is loving as she balances Riya on her hip. My daughter brightens at the idea and nods eagerly. My heart is beating so loudly I can hear it vibrate in my entire body. This little girl staring up at me, her eyes gleaming in excitement, is my child. I've ached to hold her, to stroke her hair, to hear her voice call me 'Dad'.

Someone was shouting at the building, their voice raw with fury. "Your dog gets fancy iron pills, but your daughter's stuck sipping cold water for meals! Where's your conscience, or did the dog gobble that up too?" "Let's get her out of here! She needs to apologize to Evelyn!" Without the cops at the door keeping things in check, the seething crowd would have barged in and snatched me up by then. Jessica came up to me, her eyes puffy and red. "Are you ready to talk? What's your deal with Evelyn? What's really going on here?"

Now it pulses within the walls. Waiting. Chapter 91 Elena Kane Twenty-one days. I awaken to my daughter’s voice singing in the darkness. Not a lullaby. Not a children’s song. She is performing the melody. The secret that trains murmur when they believe nobody is paying attention. The one who vows crowns and crayons and eternity if only she agrees.

I'm suing you for trampling on my privacy! Her eyes were blazing, like she was clinging to the last lifeline she had. I gave her a cool, measured look, a slow smile playing on my lips. "Seriously, are you clueless, or have you been goofing off so much you can't even remember your own actions?"

“That’s right. Mom and Dad, you’ve worked so hard for your entire lives. It’s time to enjoy your retirement!” Even Charlie was trying his best to serve Audrey some food. “This is my favorite chicken drumstick. It’s for you, Grandma!” I scrolled down to read the hurtful comments. [You have such a great daughter-in-law. I bet she doesn’t even treat her own mother this well!] [This is why your son needs to marry a traditional woman who prioritizes her husband’s family. I heard her mother is spending the New Year’s alone. What a poor thing.] I laughed out of anger as hot tears streamed down my cheeks.

I wanted to take it with me, to bury these ridiculous seven years for good. The office was pitch-dark, except for the light still on in the CEO's office. Wanting to say a final goodbye to Chelsea, I walked up to the door and reached for the handle. That was when I heard her voice, trembling with tears and something indistinct underneath. "Donald, don't. We can't do this…" My hand froze in midair.