Stories in silent

  (Story continuation) Now that Harold knows Dylan is the driver who killed their daughter… should he let the justice system handle it—or destroy Dylan’s entire world himself? Harold stepped closer, each footstep measured, deliberate—echoing through the restaurant like the ticking of a bomb. Dylan instinctively backed up, knocking into a table, sending silverware clattering across the floor. The room held its breath as Harold stopped barely a foot away from the young man. “You really thought you were safe,” Harold said quietly, his voice steady in a way that made the hairs on everyone’s arms rise. “Eight years. Eight years you went home, laughed, slept, lived your life. While my wife stared at the street where our daughter died every single Tuesday.” Dylan swallowed hard, eyes darting around for help. But Kyle and Mason—his ever-faithful audience—were no longer laughing. They weren’t even meeting his eyes. They simply pressed themselves back against the wall, phones lowered, faces ...

 PART 2 – “The Night the Whitmores Realized Who They Messed With” The black SUV pulled up before Mia had even stopped shaking. A man in a charcoal coat stepped out—his security detail flanking him like shadows. Alexander Carter. To the world, he was a billionaire. To Mia… he was Dad. The moment he saw his daughter—shivering, barefoot, her dress torn—his face changed. Not with rage. With something far colder. “Who did this to you?” he asked. Mia didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. Her father lifted his phone. “Bring the team,” he said. “Full protocol.” Within minutes, three armored vehicles rolled up. Six bodyguards wrapped Mia in a coat, lifted her gently, and escorted her inside a waiting SUV. But Alexander didn’t get in. He turned toward the glowing ballroom doors. And walked straight inside. Inside the Whitmore Gala… The string quartet stopped playing. Adrian froze mid-sip. Clarissa’s smile faltered. Because everyone knew Alexander Carter. Everyone. And if he was here, uninvited—s...