Novel & Cerita The Silent Sister Synopsis

He picked up a phone and dialed. Silas cursed viciously. "He knows the code. He knows how to bypass the protocol." "Who is he showing the picture to?" Leo asked, his heart hammering against his ribs. Silas turned to look at Leo, his obsidian eyes devoid of warmth. "He’s showing them a picture of my sister." Leo froze. "Your sister?" "She lives in the penthouse below this one," Silas said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "He isn't here for the money anymore, Leo. He’s here to prove he can touch me where it hurts."

I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

"We also require—" His voice buzzed in my ear like a persistent housefly. I had fully intended to remain a completely quiet spectator today, but this particular fly was just getting far too loud. I was genuinely annoyed now. Inside the deathly quiet conference room, every single executive kept their eyes glued to the table. Nobody noticed me back in my blind spot. And so, I moved. I took a single step forward, walking out of the shadows of the corner and stepping directly into the light.

“Selene.” She stopped on the first step, her hand tightening on the wood. Selene didn’t turn around as she asked, “What, Cassian?” “Are you going to stand there all night, or will you come down so we can talk?” he asked, sounding unbothered by the fact that he was breaking a four-year silence over a jar of overnight oats. She turned slowly while keeping her bag slung over her shoulder, wanting him to see that she had no intention of being in his space for a second longer than necessary.

It was Carla. She carried a small oil lamp. The soft yellow glow made her face look gentle and beautiful, but the false kindness and pity in her eyes earlier were gone. All that remained was cold malice. "My dear sister, aren't you afraid of being here all alone?" She walked up to me and looked down from above. Her voice was eerily sweet. I didn't move. I only raised my head and stared at her coldly. I had always known she hated me, but I just never understood why.

“My best friend is no longer the virgin mute! I want my mute back!” I had an inkling of what a stranger might think if they came across such a scene. Why was she crying like she’d been betrayed by her lover?! Quickly, I rushed to the door, peeking to make sure nobody had heard anything before locking it. “This is all my fault…” she whimpered, then snapped her head toward me. “No, it’s yours… even if you wanted to get laid, why him? I mean, I did want you to come out of your shell, but not with the man who chose your sister over you!” She glared angrily.

"If you can hear me right now Roonie, this is Silver, your long lost sister. I'm in North Europe, at the underground market of a psychiatric hospital, and I'm with my friend and your girl... Please, she's dying. Save us" ★ Silence descended in the room for about three seconds after the voice message stopped, but throughout the three seconds of silence, all eyes were widely opened except Roonie who has a deep frown on his face and a big rumple between his dark brows.

Then to my utter shock she cried out “Mother!” It echoed. The name sliced through the magic. We all froze. She wavered. The bond between me and my sister flared, trying to fold her in. The ruins shook. The third collapsed to her knees, breathing hard. I knelt before her, face bleeding sweat. “You are my sister. You always were.” She looked up, tears in her violet eyes. “I was lost. Forgotten. Bound by silence. But tonight I will return.” Kale and Bianca advanced slowly, wary.

Burn the path before it led me to this point. But time did not bend backward. El remained silent inside my mind. Strangely, I understood the silence. El had warned me. More than once. I had ignored every caution, every nudge toward restraint. This quiet felt like consequence, not abandonment. I shifted my gaze to Diana. My little sister stared down at her hands, shoulders slightly hunched, just like Laura who had, during my story, left to sit with her daughter. The realization hit me again that the sister she had admired, defended, and idolized had turned out to be someone capable of working with monsters.

a voice from behind me said just as I was about to withdrew my gun. I turned my face to face the short man who had just moved pass me. “Give sister Siren the girl” he said. “Mac…” I said between my teeth. “Sister Siren?” Chad asked in disbelieve. “As in Mesmick’s sister Siren?” “Yeah, she’s the sister Siren that Mesmick always talks about” Marcus assured him. “Now give her the girl.” She gave Marcus a unsure look before letting Lola’s skinny arm go.