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Title: Silent Circle The Vow of an Heir

Platform: Meganovel

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Darian chased a shadow in the distance, his heart pounding, his feet racing. But all he found was a calm deer that felt no threat. His breath quickened, and the tension eased. He climbed the cliff, arriving at the top—in front of a small, long-abandoned house, dust covering everything.

He entered, the scent of wood and earth lingering in the air.

He made his way to the backyard and knelt before three graves: his parents and his grandfather, Eyang Surya, who had recently passed away. Tears streamed down his face. He felt he wasn’t alone, but the weight of responsibility began to crush his heart.

He sat there for a long time, embracing the silence, listening to the whispers of the wind carrying memories. Eyang Surya had once said, “Nothing is eternal, my child, except your choices.” And now, his choice was clear.

He couldn't stay long. The world below was still waiting—and there was one person he had to see. Ronan's grandfather.The only one left from the family that had ever embraced him, albeit with conditions and trials that were never easy.

He rose slowly, brushing the dust from his back, then turned once more to the house that had once been his refuge when the world was harsh.

“I will return,” he whispered, as if to the silent spirits listening.

Then he began to descend the cliff, his steps steady though his heart was heavy. A long journey awaited him. He left the mountain behind, walking down a path that cut through forests and valleys, heading for the city that had once judged him.

As the sun began to set in the western sky, painting the sky orange and purple, Darian stood before the magnificent gate of Grandpa Ronan Adinata's mansion.

He had returned with hope, wanting to see his grandfather. But the atmosphere was tense. Two guards stopped him, their faces weary.

“Young Master Darian,” whispered one, “Grandfather Ronan... passed away a month ago from a heart attack.”

Darian froze. The world seemed to stop. With faltering steps, he entered. The air was cold, the scent of incense faint, the family room filled with members of the Adinata family. Tense, silent, full of tension.

Arum Wijaya glared coldly. “Why have you returned? Do you want to beg for Grandfather Ronan's inheritance?” Sekar remained silent, her expression unreadable.

“I… I don't know…” Darian's voice trembled. He wanted to explain that he had gone to care for the sick Eyang Surya, and had not returned for months—but the words stuck in his throat.

Satria Adinata sneered, “Respect? You don't deserve respect! You're just a poor mountain boy who got lucky.” The sharp words stabbed his heart. But his gaze was fixed on Kirana—his fiancée.

Now she was being hugged by Reynand, her belly swollen. Pregnant.

Darian's world collapsed.

He stood frozen, his eyes burning, his breath laboured. Since the beginning of their engagement, every time he approached her, Kirana pulled away. The once vague distance had now become a high wall. He wanted to scream, but only emptiness came out.

“Kirana...” he whispered, barely audible.

He had lost Grandfather Ronan. He had lost Kirana. The hope he had held onto all this time—the arranged marriage that was a sacred promise to him—was shattered into pieces.

He stumbled backwards. Emotions crashed over him: sadness, disappointment, betrayal. Had he been wrong to return? Had this place ever been home?

A year of insults, a year of inhumane treatment, a year of restraint—all erupted. The pent-up anger now burned fiercely. He looked at them: Kirana, Reynand, Arum, Satria, Sekar. They were startled. And Darian felt something had changed within him—something more substantial.

His eyes glowed, different from usual. He remembered the lessons from his journey—the art of hypnosis, the power of the soul. With Kai, he had learned much.

In a low, authoritative voice, he said, “All of you… have maltreated me. Insulted me, belittled me, treand ated me like trash. All of you… will feel what you have done to me.”