The Unspoken Name Novels & Stories

THE UNSEEN HUSBAND The carriage rattled through the streets toward Helena's estate, and Alessia felt her hands trembling in her lap. Sebastian reached over and covered them with his own, warm and steady. "We don't have to do this today," he said quietly. "We can wait until you're ready." "I'll never be ready." Alessia looked at the children sitting across from them—Dante serious and watchful, Marco nervous, Lucia trying to be brave. "But it needs to be done. They need to hear it. All of it."

Then came the final text: Unknown: My name is Vesper. And I’m going to make you mine, little moon. Whether you want me to or not. I stared at the last message until the screen went black. Vesper. This fucker told me her name? It was clear she didn’t know how to do her job! The name felt dangerous. Like something you’d whisper in the dark. I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. My thumbs were frozen above the keyboard. Instead, I turned my phone completely off and shoved it under my pillow like that would somehow protect me.

I knew my tone was harsh, but I still felt the burn of shame in the back of the throat at how stupid I felt when he slipped that ring on my finger, when he didn’t even realise that his properties were awful to live in. “You’d have to be a tenant for that to be true, but” he leaned forward, closing the distance between us, “You would have to be paying rent to be a tenant.” I scowled but it was Clem that interjected, “So this is him, the bane of your existence.” His grin widened, “I didn’t know you talked about me to your friends little birdie,” The nickname scathed me, “Don’t call me that.” “Why ever not, shouldn’t a man have a name for their fiancé.”

Without hesitation, Mace raised his voice, his tone cold and threatening. "Seraphina, I know you're in there. You have exactly ten seconds to open this door, or there will be consequences." Inside the room, Seraphina's reluctance to comply with her uncle's demands was evident. She finally unlocked the door, swinging it open with an exasperated huff. "What's your problem, Uncle Mace? Can't a girl have some privacy?" Mace's gray eyes bore into hers as he remained unapologetic, his voice firm.

Ares said. I didn't understand them and wanted to. "Who are you?" he asked me. I lowered my head sadly, wishing he had asked me another question, for I knew not who I was. "Can I have your name, please?" Ares begged me. I continued to lower my head in shame, not wanting to tell him I had no name, for I was a wolf without a name. "We both share a wondrous feeling and not having your name will somehow kill me," Ares continued to beg me.

I remained silent, doubting that I'd have anything to talk about with someone like that. On the other end, the man saw my hesitation and spoke up. "Nice to meet you, Miss Reed. I'm Ezio Hill." "Uh, hi. I'm Carina." He wanted to say more, but his assistant interrupted him for a meeting. I heaved a sigh of relief, awed by his presence. Harriet beamed. "What do you think? Ezio is my best friend's son. He keeps to himself and has high standards for his partner. But guess what? He fell for you at first sight, pushing to meet."

Dmitri knew it. The room went deathly silent. Leo watched Dmitri’s eyes move as he read the message. Dmitri’s jaw tightened. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the phone. "Who sent this?" Dmitri asked. His voice was a low growl. "I told you! I don't know!" Leo cried. "It’s an untraceable number! I didn't reply, I didn't call them back. I just... I didn't know what to do." Dmitri turned the screen toward Ivan. Ivan read it, and for a second, he looked like he might get sick. The name 'Arthur Volkov' seemed to drain the life out of him.

] The skeptical murmurs grew into a roar until I decided it was time to drop a real shocker. I pulled out a thick file with a serious look, "I never thought Yvette would try to smear my name like this online. Well, no more secrets. It's all coming out."

“Since you crossed your first border without permission.” Damien’s jaw tightened. “That narrows it down to half the continent.” The man chuckled softly. “Perhaps. But few do it without blood.” Aria felt the threads tense. Not in fear. In recognition. “Who are you?” she asked. The man inclined his head slightly. “We are called the Unbound.” The name hit like a dropped blade. Damien stiffened. “That’s a myth.” “Most inconvenient truths start that way,” the man replied calmly.

And this time. It was not calling her name. It was calling his.