No More Tears No More Calls Novel

No More Tears No More Calls Novel

No More Tears No More Calls Novel

**No More Tears No More Calls Novel**

No More Tears No More Calls Chapter 01

I was kidnapped for a month, and called my husband and parents 99 times. But no one answered. When I returned, I didn’t storm into my husband’s office, demanding why he ignored my calls.

I didn’t hysterically confront my wealthy parents, asking why they wouldn’t pay a dime to get me back.

I became exactly what they wanted — changed from pampered and willful to quiet and obedient.

Even when my sister pushed me down the stairs, and the doctor advised me to have a family member stay, I just said calmly.

“My parents are dead, and my husband was too.”

Chapter 1

After I was kidnapped, the kidnappers demanded that I call my family to ask for money.

But no one ever answered.

For a full month, I was locked in a pitch-black basement. The gnawing cold and the dead silence tormented me endlessly, nearly driving me mad…

I was the heir of the richest family in the whole country. But my parents and my husband refused to pay even one dollar for me.

Luckily, a passerby found me and got me out.

I was taken to the hospital.

Lawrence Frye showed up after hearing the news.

When he saw my deathly pale face, something complicated flickered in his eyes, but it was gone in less than a second.

“You were targeted because you’re too flashy. Keep a low profile from now on.”

“I will, Mr. Frye,” I said calmly, looking right at him.

Now, I no longer threw tantrums or pestered him, yet Lawrence’s brow furrowed all the more.

“Mr. Frye? I’m your husband.”

Husband?

A flicker of sarcasm crossed my eyes. I lowered my head without saying a word.

My silence was new to Lawrence, and he wasn’t used to it. He took the initiative to explain, “I had an important meeting these past few days. It couldn’t be interrupted, so I silenced your notifications. After all … you used to call me out of the blue all the time.”

Back then, whenever I had a free moment, I’d call him.

I’d chatter away, “Lawrence, have you eaten? You have a weak stomach — you can’t skip meals.”

“Lawrence, are you off work yet? Can you come shopping with me?”

“Lawrence? Lawrence? Lawrence…”

But now, I just said calmly, “Sorry for disturbing you. It won’t happen again.”

Lawrence paused, surprise flashing in his eyes.

It was the first time he’d said this much to me at once, and this was my response?

Suddenly, he leaned down and gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

His cold fingers made me frown. “What are you doing?”

“Why aren’t you throwing a tantrum?”

He stared at me, his gaze sharp, mixed with complicated emotions, including unease. “You’ve always loved causing trouble for me, haven’t you? Why didn’t you fight back if you were being messed with? Why let yourself end up like this?”

I pushed his hand away, my voice still flat. “Have you forgotten what you told me before?”

He’d warned me to cut out the flashy, willful behavior and start acting right.

“This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it? When Candice poured wine on me and pushed me down the stairs, I didn’t fight back or even talk back. I’m doing exactly what you asked.”

Lawrence’s frown deepened. “Maryann, what are you playing at?”

Just then, his phone rang. It was Candice.

After a pause, he answered it right in front of me, even deliberately putting it on speaker.

“Larry, a light bulb in my apartment broke. I’m really scared. Can you come help me?”

Candice was my older sister, who was supposed to marry Lawrence.

Two years ago, when I was told I was going to marry Lawrence, I was only 22 — an age for wild abandon.

Naturally, I didn’t want to be trapped by some arranged marriage back home. So on my wedding day, I fled in a sports car.

But then I crashed — the car smashed through an overpass guardrail.

I ended up hanging a hundred meters above the sea, the car teetering on the edge.

Just when I thought I’d die, I heard the sound of a helicopter.

Then I saw a tall figure standing at the helicopter’s open door, gripping the handle with one hand. The rotor blades whipped up a fierce wind, making his black suit flap like a crow’s wings.

The shimmering reflection of the sea lit him up, and for a second, I wondered if he was real.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me out, holding me close. His voice was cool and detached. “You’re safe now. I’ll get you home.”

At that very instant, my own violent heartbeat drowned out even the deafening roar of the helicopter.

Maybe marrying Lawrence wouldn’t be so bad after all. So what if we didn’t love each other? Given time, maybe we could build something real.

After the wedding, Lawrence did everything a husband was supposed to do. But he never talked to me much.

I was the one who clung to him, chattering away. Occasionally, I’d mess up and wait for him to clean up after me. Then he’d say flatly, “Don’t do it again.”

His words were short, but they were enough to make me happy. At least, he didn’t leave me to fend for myself.

I believed that with enough time, I could win over this cold, distant man!

However, a month ago, Lawrence got a call while eating with me.

“What?!” He shot to his feet. His eyes, which stayed emotionless even when he slept with me, lit up abruptly, waves of emotion crashing within them.Even his normally stern face softened into a smile of genuine delight. “I’m on my way!”