Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Silence Of His Vows: Kabanata 301 - Kabanata 310

LUNA POVFor a fraction of a second, the air was completely sucked out of the room.The silence was absolute. Killian stood frozen in the splintered doorway, his eyes locked on the deep red puddles staining the white tiles. He stared at the jagged, blood-soaked piece of the mirror gripped tightly in my fist.Then, the shock vanished. It was replaced by a raw, unhinged panic that tore through him like a physical blow."Luna!"He didn't care about the glass scattered across the floor. He dropped to his knees right in front of me, the sharp shards crunching loudly and biting into the expensive fabric of his trousers. He grabbed my wrists with his large hands. His grip was painfully tight, his chest heaving with desperate breaths."Are you out of your mind?!" Killian demanded. His voice wasn't his usual cold, controlled command. It was a harsh, fractured bark that echoed off the ruined walls. "Drop the glass. Drop it right now."I didn't move. I just stared at him, my vision blurry with f

The heavy, metallic click of a 9mm magazine sliding into place echoed sharply in the quiet study.Killian stood behind his massive oak desk, his face an unreadable, hardened mask. The dark blood from the bathroom was gone, replaced by a fresh black tactical shirt and dark trousers. He ejected a round, checked the chamber, and slapped the magazine back into the grip, setting the weapon down on the polished wood. Next to it lay two extra magazines and a heavy tactical blade.The door to the study opened. Marco stepped inside, quietly shutting the heavy oak door behind him. He looked at the weapons laid out on the desk, his expression tightening into a grim line."The jet is prepped on the private airstrip, Pakhan," Marco said smoothly. He hesitated for a fraction of a second, shifting his weight. "Are you sure you want to go yourself? I can take a team."Killian didn't look up. He picked up the spare magazines, sliding them into his tactical vest. "I am going."Marco stepped further int

The hours dragged by with agonizing slowness. I forced myself to eat a few bites of the dry toast, just to settle the nausea churning in my stomach. The afternoon sun crossed the floorboards, stretching long shadows across the rug.But as the day wore on, a deep, unsettling feeling began to take root in my chest.It wasn't just the heartbreak anymore. It was an instinct. A heavy, primal sense of wrongness.The estate was too quiet. Even from behind the closed doors, I usually heard the distant hum of the syndicate—the heavy boots of guards in the halls, the faint sound of vehicles on the gravel driveway, the low murmur of voices. But today, the silence felt suffocating. It felt like holding your breath right before a bomb went off.Where was he?By the time the evening shadows plunged the bedroom into darkness, the unsettling feeling had turned into full-blown anxiety. My heart hammered an uneven rhythm against my ribs.The door opened again. Marco returned, carrying a dinner tray. He

Dario Vitiello was famous for his obsessive love for his daughter. The Italian Don paraded her around like a jewel, threatening wars if anyone even looked at her wrong. But the girl Killian had lived with for months didn't act like a beloved mafia princess. She flinched when the door closed too fast. She lowered her eyes when a man raised his voice. She measured her safety by how still she could sit in a room. And her silence—the trauma that had violently stolen her voice. If she had grown up in a fiercely protective, loving home, why was she so heavily conditioned by fear? Something is missing, he thought, the inconsistency gnawing at him. The narrative Dario sold to the world simply did not match the broken, terrified girl he had married. Figuring her out had started as an obsession, but standing in this quiet cabin, stripped of the syndicate politics and the bloodshed, Killian finally faced the quiet truth that had hit him when he saw her bleeding on the bathroom floor. It wasn

Carmina stepped into the light. Right behind her was Viktor.I stared at Killian's aunt, my chest heaving. "What is wrong with you?" I choked out, my voice raspy and broken. "Why are you doing this?"Carmina’s face twisted in disgust. She stepped forward and slapped me across the face with brutal force."Did I tell you to talk, you mute bitch?" Carmina hissed, grabbing my chin. "I still can't believe you have a voice, you whore."My cheek burned like fire. I gathered the metallic blood pooling in my mouth and spit it onto the floor between us."Killian will kill you for this," I rasped.Carmina let out a loud, mocking laugh. It echoed off the high ceilings, sending a chill straight down my spine."Killian?" Carmina sneered, leaning in close. "He left you here. He is fed up with you. He went to Italy to get rid of you and secure a real alliance."The words hit my chest like a physical blow."You're lying," I whispered, shaking my head.Carmina slapped me again, harder this time. My vis