His silence, My sentence.
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He never speaks. But when he touches her, she forgets how to scream.
Lucien Silvain Deveraux built his empire on silence. Not metaphorical silence - real, unbroken, terrifying stillness. He hasn't spoken in years. Not to his board. Not to his enemies. Not even to her.
Sera Vale was sent to unravel him. To peel back the layers of power, mystery, and fear that surround his name. But the moment she steps into his world, she learns the hard way - silence can be more commanding than any voice.
He doesn't ask.
He takes.
He doesn't need words to break her.
He just needs one look.
What begins as a mission becomes a sentence - one she didn't know she agreed to serve.
Because Lucien Silvain isn't just hiding something...
He is something. Something raw. Something dominant. Something that will consume her whole.
And the deeper she falls, the more she realizes:
His silence was never a warning.
It was a vow.
And now?
She belongs to the man who never needed to speak to own her.
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