The Silent Wife Kindle Novels & Stories

A place built from silence and persistence and hope and love that refused to disappear even when circumstances suggested it should. Perhaps that was why the title had always fit. The silenced bride. The relentless love. Not opposites. Not separate stories. The silence had taught them how to listen. The love had taught them how to stay. And somewhere between those two lessons they had built a life larger than either of them had ever imagined possible.

Deep within me, something deep in slumber for the past sixteen years was awakened by the drop of Alpha King's blood. My throat began to move involuntarily. A faint whimper escaped my lips. "Hmph." The soft whimper was barely louder than a leaf being carried by the gentle breeze, but it rang clear in this silent forest. I froze, and Jamie froze too. His grip around my wrist tightened instantly. The force was so strong that my bones were nearly crushed. He turned to stare at me with his golden eyes. The coldness in his eyes was slowly melting away. "You–" His voice was hoarse. The coldness in his eyes was replaced by blazing disbelief.

She held her smartphone clutched tightly in her palm inside her pocket, the live audio recording application wide open and capturing every single frequency and every frantic breath leaving her sister's mouth. The penthouse was quiet now, wrapped in a predatory silence that held the ancient dread of her sister's lifetime of obsession. But Ava's heart had turned into an absolute block of unyielding stone. She did not speak to break the quiet, nor did she offer a reassuring look to the husband who had finally completed the corporate takedown. She let her absolute silence act as an unyielding mirror, forcing the identity thief to stand in the light of her own desperate calculations until the gat

"I'm here. It's okay." She kept a close eye on my moods, like I might fall apart at any second, and still handled the baby on her own. Just like she said, she was a good wife. A good mother. Maybe she was too good. Maybe that was why I chose the slow kind of pills. I thought I could fade out instead of ending it all at once. The next morning, a loud crash downstairs pulled me out of sleep. I went down and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

The woman gritted her teeth, fury radiating off her, her eyes blazing hotter than a furnace. Eva stepped closer to me. “This is Elder Silas’s wife and the rest of his supporters,” she whispered, her teeth almost grazing my ear, but I understood that she did not want them to hear—especially since they were powerful she-wolves with heightened senses. “She is the women’s leader too. Very cruel, just like her husband, so be careful, Luna.” Elder Silas’s wife? I see. That explained the confidence, the aura, and the power that she reeked of. Just like her husband, she wanted to be domineering.

Then he reached out, cupped my face with both hands, thumbs brushing away the tears I hadn’t realized were falling. “I can’t promise that,” he said softly. “Not if it means losing you. Not if it means our child grows up without her mother.” We talked for four hours. Not fighting. Not shouting. Actually talking was the way we rarely did because there was always another crisis, another body, another threat. We talked about limits. About what we were each willing to do. About the man in the journal whose name we now knew: Cornelius Ashby. Ninety-one years old. Former silent partner.Living in a heavily guarded countryside estate with money that still traced back to Vale Enterprises through three

"Because you're quiet. You're dignified. And frankly, Elara, you're in no position to say no. I need a wife to appease the board’s 'family man' image, and you need a miracle. I am that miracle. Three years. That’s all I ask." "And after three years?" "We part ways. You get your life back, and your family is safe." He hadn't mentioned her father’s 'crimes' then. He hadn't mentioned revenge. He had been a businessman closing a deal. She had picked up the pen, her hand steady only because she was thinking of her brother’s failing heart. She had signed her name in elegant cursive, unaware she was walking into a trap fueled by a hatred she didn't even know existed. Present Day: Vane International

Let her walk out feeling like she won something. Now that same sentence sat differently. Not like the final word of a woman who had lost. Like the quiet warning of a woman who already knew what was coming. And had chosen to tell me anyway. Something wasn't adding up. The woman I had been married to had been careful. Reserved. Always slightly apart from the world around her, like she was watching it from a distance she had chosen for herself. I had mistaken that distance for smallness. For a life that did not extend far beyond what I could see.

She raised her chin ignoring the pain. “Well, we have already discussed that I am not a good wife for you,” she snapped back, attempting to jerk free of his grip but his fingers curled around her soft skin even more firmly. “Right, you are a filthy ruined product which your father very sweetly handed over to me. I am thinking how filthy your character must have been, that your fucker man threw you out and then even your father couldn't wait to throw you out of his life!” Sila's insides tightened at the insult. Tears almost gathered in her eyes however, she had mastered hiding them now. Blinking a few times and keeping her face void of any expression which could reflect her inner turmoil, she

I was one second from shutting this nosy woman up. Julia hesitated, like she was already feeling ashamed. “I don’t know where he is.” Mrs. Whitfield scoffed like she’d just heard a bad joke. “What kind of wife doesn’t know where her husband is?” My jaw tightened. I was ready to end this bullshit interrogation. But then Julia squeezed my hand tightly. I looked at her, and her eyes begged me—pleading with me not to say a word. So I stayed silent. Only because of her. No one had the bloody right to speak to my woman like that. And if this woman kept running her mouth, my patience was only going to run thinner.