Novel & Cerita Vow Of Silence Rules

Jumping on the bed, Vincenzo took a seat and put the gun away. "Since you are my wife already, there are four rules that you need to follow: Don't spy over me. Rather, you can choose to ask me questions. Don't demand an answer when I don't want to. No one should touch the things in this room, except you and me. Don't ever lie to me. Did you get it?" He asked. "Yes…ss." Rachel stammered. "And yes… avoid stuttering while you answer or I will rip your tongue off. Got it?"

"I need... I'm calling because of the pact, Astance." The silence returned, colder this time. Five years ago, on a rain-slicked pier with our hearts in tatters, we had made a blood oath of silence. We had promised that we would never speak again, never cross paths, and never inhabit the same circles. We were a chemical reaction that had levelled a city, and for the safety of the world, we had to remain apart. But there had been one caveat, the Final Wish. A single, unbreakable favour that either could claim, no questions asked, before we vanished from each other’s lives forever.

"The cycle continues." "And if I choose?" "One of us disappears." Evelyn's eyes hardened. "No." Lucian looked surprised. "No?" "I refuse to choose between my own lives." "You have to." "Who says?" "The rules." "Who made the rules?" Lucian was silent. Evelyn looked toward the enormous eye of the Silence. "You?" The Silence didn't answer. Evelyn stepped forward. "Did you make this rule?" Still nothing. "Did you?" The Silence finally spoke.

He let go. The machines shifted instantly, matching my movement, maintaining that invisible buffer. The soldier on point stiffened, weapon lifting an inch before he caught himself. I stopped a few feet away from him. Close enough to see the water beading on his visor. Close enough to see my reflection tremble there. “You’re being asked to enforce a silence,” I said. “Not the law. Not safety. Silence.” “That’s not your call,” he replied. “No,” I agreed. “It’s yours.”

“Don’t go trying to change the rules, Miss Vera Santos.” “What kind of game are we talking about?” I asked with a breathy laugh. “You’ll see. We’ve played it before, but this time, I’m going all in.” “You’re still being vague.” He leaned closer, his hands locking mine above my head. “The rule is simple: no sounds. No moans. No talking. No reactions.” “Seriously?” I groaned. “You know that’s impossible if you keep touching me the way you do.” “Try your best. Or else… extra punishments.” His lips twitched with amusement.

I added, my mind racing. “We do it by the Old Laws. The Circle of Silence. We go somewhere private. Somewhere no one can interfere. And according to the pack rules, whatever happens behind those closed doors stays there. No grudges, no lawsuits, no retaliation. Once the door opens, the debt is settled.” “So if I break your leg or punch out one of your eyes, you’ll move on peacefully?”Linda asked, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. I smirked. “If you can.”

She glared at the room, possibly in search of anyone who was going to be used as an example just in case they made the mistake of making even the slightest sound. She cleared her throat twice and waited for a few seconds before she began to address us. “One of the rules that you should strictly adhere to is the rule of silence. You should only talk whenever you are asked to speak and say only whatever is required of you, nothing more.” She paused, and then she scoured the hall again with her eyes for a few seconds longer than the first time. “Again, do not forget to be punctual to any gathering. Also, remember to be where others are; any form of absence from an assignment or a public gatheri

"And read this. These are the rules of this house. We need to be clear on how this is going to work." I opened the folder. The list was short and typed in a plain font. 1. No talking about the past. Ever. 2. No touching in private. We are business partners. 3. When the cameras are on, you are the person I love most in the world. I read the third rule twice. It felt like a slap in the face. "The person you love most? Isn't that a bit much?"

The lights went out in Vance Capital's press room, but the darkness did not arrive like ordinary darkness. Ordinary darkness had mercy. It hid fear. It gave people permission to become bodies instead of performances. This darkness did the opposite. It made every breath sound recorded. Every heartbeat felt indexed. Every swallowed scream seemed sorted into a folder before it left the throat. Jack stood still. That was the first rule after the first judgment. Do not move because the room wants motion. Do not speak because silence feels like surrender. Do not strike because the enemy has offered violence as a hallway with lights at the end.

They had all ended up in the same room. For her. The thought unsettled her. “Midnight,” she whispered. Vittorio looked at his watch. Three minutes. Zara looked at the black box in her hands. “What happens exactly?” Vittorio hesitated. Then answered. “The trust transfers.” “And?” “The records become public.” “And?” “The agreement ends.” “And?” He looked at her. “The person who holds the trust becomes the final decision maker.” Zara frowned. “What decision?” Silence. Then Rafael spoke.