All Chapters of His Sin, Her Silence: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

GraceGrace 24, Dean 32I had a revulsion for sitting behind the wheel. Undoubtedly, I was one of the best backseat passengers, but driving this vehicle was never my thing.The last time I drove one, it ended up in an accident where I lost the most precious thing in this life. Since then I had never sat on the front part of a vehicle or touched the steering wheel. However, tonight was different.If it were any of my usual nights, I would have been in my bedroom with my current romance novel in my hands and my back brushed against my soft mattress and silk sheets. Not trapped in this steel box with fancy leather seats, which were uncomfortable as hell. I would rather be in a church, sitting through the entire welcome and closing segment, than here. Spoiler: Church and God topped my list, which was labeled “I prefer death to these fucking stupid things.”Human beings had moments in their lives when they were required to do stuff not because they wanted to but because they were behold

Grace 24 Dean 32I should have been in my studio an hour ago practicing ‘Cello Suite No. 1 in G major’ for my upcoming concert, which was on Sunday. Two days from today.Yet here I was in the mansion, pacing in my bedroom with anxiety as my only companion.Was I actually worried about Daphne?Well, no. She knew what was coming when she left the house, rode her on-and-off boyfriend's car, and ended up on that tiled floor.The silence that loomed around the walls made me feel uneasy. "Weird" was an understatement to describe the silence. Especially in a house where someone was always making mistakes. The world recognized my father as a mayor who joked around and was fond of laughing with everyone. He was the man this city adored just as much as they did Morgan Freeman. Mayor Hale was everywhere, doing something for mankind, and of course, giving back to the society that helped him stay in power for the past fifteen years. Playing basketball with seniors, raising money for the homeless

GraceGrace 24, Dean 32Tonight, I had two choices.Obey my father—or watch Daphne die in that locked attic.Even a little measure of using the power room would be used against me. The gun pointing at the head would, at any time, fire a bullet and end the life.I would have merrily taken the bullet, but the problem was that the gun was pointing at Daphne, who was locked in the attic. Still unconscious, not because of the drug she took last night, but more because the drug was pushed into her system by our father.This was how Mayor Hale fulfilled most of his wicked wishes. He was aware of my weakness and never hesitated to take advantage of that. He probably understood my vulnerability as a liberty he could hold whenever, wherever, however he wished. Little did he know, I was losing my patience. While yes, Daphne was my responsibility. Yes, I vowed to protect her from all the cruelty of this world. And yes, I took my promises as seriously as our father took the upcoming election.Ye

GraceGrace 24, Dean 32Something strange began to happen.It started the next morning of my performance. In the beginning I brushed it off and didn't think much of it. My instincts told me it was fine, nothing to worry about. However, now the same instincts were begging me to see what this man outside my studio really wanted.He had been following me for the past five days. Yes, five fucking days. I noticed him on the first day; he was talking to someone on the phone, appearing as just some random dude. The second day, his car went in the same direction as my car went, for three hours. Finally, on the third day, when the danger knocked on me, I witnessed him outside my house and studio.So, yes, I had a stalker, and it took me three days to understand what was happening to me.However, unlike other stalkers, this man only followed me, and every time I entered or left a place he would talk to someone on the phone before following my vehicle. It made me think about his identity, and a

GraceGrace 24, Dean 32How long did it take for a human patient to snap? For how long could a person go through the same loop until they finally do something that was socially unacceptable? If you were wondering what I was thinking, let me be very clear to you: I was thinking murder. Killing everyone who forced me to live this fucking misery where no matter how much you ran, there was no escape. A new sun, a new dawn. People got up, washed away yesterday's anxiety, and happily went on with their day with a cup of coffee in their hand. For me, it was a dream, an indulgence to even contemplate. It would be nice to have one day, just one simple day in my life. Lord, I would even kill a thousand if it were necessary to enjoy those simple twenty-four hours. It would be worth it from every angle.See, when you lived a life, the same one I did under rules, power, and endless duties, it was normal to lose your mind. In twenty-four hours, you couldn't find a second for yourself. Twenty-fo