บททั้งหมดของ Shattered Vows: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The tension in the Blackwood estate was suffocating. Isla stood in the center of Killian’s grand study, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if to shield against the storm that was brewing between them. Killian stood a few feet away, his piercing gaze fixed on her, his jaw set in that cold, unrelenting manner that had once both fascinated and frustrated her.But tonight, she was done being fascinated. She was done with everything.“You’re leaving?” Killian’s voice was deceptively calm, but there was an undercurrent of something darker beneath it.Isla lifted her chin, meeting his gaze with a quiet determination. “Yes.”A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Where will you go?”“That’s none of your concern.”Killian scoffed, running a hand through his dark hair. “None of my concern?” He let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “That’s rich coming from you, considering how deep you’ve buried yourself into my life.”“I buried myself?” Isla repeated, her voice rising. “You pulled me in, Killian. And

The air in Isla’s hotel room was thick with unspoken thoughts as she pushed the half-empty takeout container aside. The food Liam had brought her was good, but she barely had the appetite to finish it. Instead, she found herself staring at the ceiling, lost in a whirlwind of emotions.Across from her, Liam leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as he studied her. His usual smirk was absent, replaced by something softer—concern, maybe even understanding.“You look like you’re still in shock,” he remarked.Isla let out a hollow laugh. “I think I am.”“You actually left.”“I did.”He exhaled sharply and shook his head. “Never thought I’d see the day.”“Neither did I.”Silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Liam had always been a presence in her life, even in Killian’s world. While she had often dismissed him as nothing more than an associate, an observer in the shadows, she realized now that he had seen more than she gave him credit for.“What now?” Liam finally ask

Killian clenched his fists as he paced through his penthouse, the tension in his body coiling tighter with each passing second. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. It had been weeks since Isla disappeared, and every day without her felt like a war raging inside him.He had been wrong—so devastatingly wrong. His own arrogance, his pride, had pushed her away, and now he was paying the price. The bed felt colder without her, the space she once occupied now a void he couldn’t ignore. He hadn’t just lost Isla. He had shattered something fragile between them, something that might never be repaired.Liam had covered her tracks well. No matter how many resources Killian threw at finding her, she remained a ghost, slipping through his fingers like smoke. He had never been this powerless before. Never.A knock at the door pulled him from his storming thoughts. He turned sharply, his voice tight. “Come in.”Jasper, his most trusted man, entere

The silence of Killian’s penthouse was suffocating. Every room, every surface, every breath he took was haunted by the absence of Isla. It had been days since she had vanished from his life, and for the first time in years, he felt truly lost.He sat in his dimly lit office, a tumbler of whiskey resting untouched on the desk before him. His hands clenched into fists as he stared at the empty space where her presence used to fill his world. The weight of his mistakes pressed down on him like an anchor, dragging him into a depth he wasn’t sure he could escape from.A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. He didn’t bother looking up when Liam entered, his expression unreadable.“You look like hell,” Liam remarked, closing the door behind him.Killian let out a dry chuckle, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Feel like it too.”Liam crossed his arms. “You’ve been sitting here, drowning in your own misery, while Isla is out there. You gonna do something about it, or just

Killian had never felt so powerless.The city lights flickered outside the tinted windows of his car as it sped through the streets. His fingers drummed anxiously against his thigh, his jaw locked tight. Every lead had turned into a dead end. Every attempt to track Isla down had only led to more frustration. It was as if she had vanished into thin air.But he wasn’t going to give up.Not this time.Liam. The name alone made his blood boil. The man had inserted himself into Isla’s life, shielding her, keeping her away from him. Killian wasn’t naïve enough to think Isla had gone willingly into his protection—she was too damn stubborn for that—but she hadn’t pushed Liam away either. And that was what unsettled him the most. Had he pushed her so far that she now saw Liam as a better option than him?His grip on the whiskey tumbler tightened before he set it down with an audible clink. His phone buzzed. He snatched it up, his heart hammering.Unknown Number.Killian narrowed his eyes but a