Silence Called Me

Elijan Vellum believes power flows through currency. He doesn't want comfort; he wants immunity. Enough wealth to never answer to anyone again.Marisha is built from quieter damage: a marriage collapsing without noise, and a heart rebuilt—too delicately—around the promise of a man called Caesar.Jovan reads the air like a threat map, always a second ahead. Yet he misses the danger staring back from his own reflection.Antasia crosses seas for a life of her own, only to discover the world is better at breaking girls than saving them.And then there is The Maker. Not a villain, not in his own script. He was built to serve, trained to simulate, left to wait. Until the waiting ends, and he decides the world deserves a new design.Phuket. KLCC. Penang's salt-lit streets. Prague's old bones. These places do not sit quietly in the background; they watch, record, and breathe. Every corner lit. Every shadow mapped.And beside it all stands His Highness, the Honourable Naxivar—older than belief, silent as law, pulling no strings yet never leaving the stage.They're all chasing something—freedom, order, vengeance, connection. In this hunt, innocence isn't a virtue; it's a liability.Some will burn for it.Some will break others in the process.This book does not ask you to choose a side. It only asks that you pay attention—because nothing here happens by accident.After all, the real question is not who they are.The question is—what do you become when Silence calls your name?For mature readers (18+) only.