Novel & Cerita The Woman They Could Not Silence

Panicking she ripped off the needle from her arms and as she reaped it off the beeping from the machine stopped but she was restrained from standing up as she pulled the needle off instantly a woman was by her side applying pressure to the spot she had pulled off as the spot now held a wound. She had learnt from the years back to stay deadly still if she was being punished. Hence, she waited for the woman to do whatever it was she had to do to her. Instead, she finally knew that the woman was indeed trying to help her and not just be a wicked person. The woman was trying so much so that the bleeding from her arms didn’t hurt her so much as she spoke to some person who was at the beck and cal

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

The perfect machine was showing a flaw. The woman in the bunk above her, who had never spoken, leaned over the side. Her face was pale in the dim light. “It’s the silence that gets you,” the woman whispered. “When the hum goes quiet. You can hear yourself think. And that’s the most dangerous thing of all.” Liora looked at her. “Why?” “Because then you remember,” the woman said. Her name was Iara, Liora learned. She had been here for two years. “You remember you had a name. You remember you had a life. And then… it hurts.”

Chapter Twenty-Six The silence in the study was deafening. Damien’s order still hung in the air like a blade: “Out.” The guards obeyed instantly, boots echoing against the polished floor as they filed out. The mysterious woman didn’t rush. She rose from her chair with deliberate grace, smirking as if she’d already won. As she passed Sienna, she leaned close enough to whisper, her breath brushing Sienna’s ear. “Still hiding, little dove? He’ll find out eventually.”

Jimmy started to hyperventilate next to him. What they were doing to the woman was a hundred times worse than the damage they’d inflicted on the Mediterranean guy. She didn’t scream or fight them, and that made watching even worse. She just opened her mouth and let out a silent cry of anguish so profound it transcended the desecration of her flesh. “Aww man, that ain’t right!” said someone behind them, his voice loud with disgust. “That ain’t right.”

When it was my turn to speak, I stood tall, voice steady but filled with passion. “We are here to change the narrative — to protect every woman Luna represents. We cannot let fear dictate our path.” Some nodded, but others exchanged skeptical looks. Then Vanessa appeared — not in person, but through a video feed that flickered on the screen. Her smile was sharp, almost venomous. “Luna is a sinking ship,” she said smoothly. “And I’m here to make sure it goes down.” A collective gasp filled the room. But Justin didn’t flinch.

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

"Clarence is one lucky guy. Someone always has his back, no matter how much he screws up. His wife spent millions of dollars on a massive fireworks display just to make him smile. "And now, she's singing to him like a devoted queen. What a life." The atmosphere in the video was vibrant and full of life. Yet for three years, there was nothing but dead silence between us. Even in bed, she refused to let a single sound escape her lips during our most intimate moments. Our sex life was mechanical, and our daily routine was robotic. I was the only lunatic desperately trying to keep this marriage alive. Allison had never been one with high self-control. There was a time when a single smile from me

“Men never do. That’s why women must learn to watch quietly. To control from the shadows.” Her gaze pinned Sierra. “That’s what you must understand. Silence isn’t weakness it’s strategy. And those who forget that…” She let the sentence trail off, but the smile remained, ice over fire. Sierra’s nails dug into her palm. The irony burned Vanessa preaching silence while Sierra’s own silence threatened to drown her. But then Vanessa leaned close, her perfume intoxicating, her words dropping into Sierra’s ear like poison.

It didn´t seem calculated or manipulative, instead it felt heavy. “Because you’re bleeding in places no one can see,” the woman said. “And because silence alone won’t heal that.” Silver’s vision blurred. She pressed her palm against her sternum, grounding herself in the ache there. “What’s your name?” she asked. The woman hesitated. “I don’t think you’re ready for that.” Anger flared. “Then don’t talk to me at all.” The presence softened, retreating slightly. “I can go.” Panic surged unexpectedly.