The Silencing True Story Novels & Stories

They heard Allison whispered from the other line. "What's going on? Who's chasing you?" Angelina couldn't stay calm and asked them. They can heard a loud footstep and gasp of breath of the two woman. They know that they're running. "The man in black suit." Olivia response before the call ended. Calista is starting to get terrified cause they knew that those men are after Olivia. According to Amber, they're hired by her mother to silent Olivia from releasing hundreds and hundreds of articles about Calista. She truly believed that Calista is a murderer that's why she really driven to stop everybody at all cost just to silent Calista and whoever supported her.

"All these times, I treated him as a good friend. We were serving the same master and I never knew it was him all along. He knew me, they knew me from the very beginning and they are even helping me at times in doing my silent investigation. They were getting me away from the truth. They are vile and sinful people. Until I finally got the light on it, I resigned but they didn't let me step out of the room. He, that Alejandro Evans whom I served all my life, shot me." Gabbie is now crying loudly while punching her chest continuously. She never thought this would be this heavy that she felt her heart squeezing tightly. But the recording goes on. "And now it's you. They imprisoned you and kept

The weight shifted slightly, just enough to notice. A quiet shift happened then - deeper than paperwork, thicker than signatures ever could be. Not because of promises, but because we stopped hiding. Trust grew where silence used to live. Walls came down, piece by unnoticed piece. Even now, the complete story of dying and coming back stayed hidden. Though I lived it, silence wrapped what really happened. Not every detail slipped out - some remained locked away. What occurred wasn’t shared in full, even though time passed. The truth sat beneath the surface, untouched by words.

It was so ridiculous that even the guards, who had seen all kinds of things in the past, were rendered speechless. Dad suddenly went crazy. He rushed forward and snatched the death certificate away. He tore it into pieces and pointed at Mom. "Sandy, you've crossed the line!" he yelled. "You found someone to forge a death certificate! You're claiming that Ray died just to protect her! You call yourself a mother?" Mom screamed as she tried to snatch up the pieces on the floor. The guards hadn't expected Dad to do such a thing. They were stunned for a long time before they hastily restrained Dad in a flurry.

[No news has been heard by anyone. I feel like Billy is trying hard to cover up this scandal. How? I'll dig into it if that's what you want] Sanchez's message made Wolf frown. After hearing about Max's arrest yesterday, Wolf naturally asked Sanchez why there was no news about it. Sanchez looked into it, and apparently someone was hiding that news—someone who happened to be Billy. [No. Wait. Hold on. If possible, compensate anyone trying to publish this news. I don't want any news circulating. Not yet, for now]

Harvey had once told me my muteness was psychological, and that if I could overcome my trauma, I might be able to speak again. We had worked tirelessly toward that goal. Just when I had started making progress, Stephen locked me in a dark basement.

“No! You weren't supposed to speak… ever. You were poisoned. That herbalist assured me that you would never speak.” Her confession was like a nuclear explosion, turning my world upside down. The truth snapped into place with brutal clarity, and I felt Cassian stiffen beside me, his aura dark and lethal. The crowd murmured as the confusion brewed, but my calm and unwavering voice cut through it all. “So, you admit it, Thalia.” I spoke coldly. “You poisoned me. You paid someone to steal my voice. You made sure I would grow up weak, silenced, and easy to discard.”

He lunged for the recorder, fumbling to shut it off. *** But unlike him, his mess wasn't that easy to shut down. The livestream? Cut. The clips? Wiped. But the screenshots Sophie sent me back then—yeah, those made the rounds. Their chats were gross. People couldn't look away. Didn't take long before Sophie got dragged out of hiding. People found out she'd been living it up in a high-rise Nathan paid for—drenched in designer, faking the heiress life while chasing actual trust fund kids.

She had nowhere else to go, so she suffered in silence. That pity had blinded him. It had become his excuse for everything she did. Not anymore. There were too many holes in Rainee's lies. He couldn't keep pretending he didn't see them. "Did you see Shiloh last night?" Manuel asked coldly. "Tell me the truth. What did you say to her?" Rainee froze, then covered her face and burst into tears.

“We need to verify the content before giving our approval. It can be a prank or staged evidence from the opposition. You know how rough it is with the upcoming election.” Did this joker really think I was here to play their game? Lord, why was he even doing the talking? I discovered the more this tiny human talked, the more I disliked him. It would be great for his life if he stayed quiet with his mouth sealed and his brain out of this room. “Unfortunately that can't happen.” Enzo said. “The evidence is solid. No prank, no staged threat. We checked them before coming here.” “Why are you here?” Hale asked.