All Chapters of The Silence Of His Vows: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

The first thing I felt was the deep, rhythmic throbbing in my skull.It pulsed in time with my heartbeat, sending sharp spikes of pain behind my eyes. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was bone-dry. The heavy, metallic taste of dried blood coated my tongue and the back of my throat.I slowly forced my eyes open.The main drawing-room was completely dark. The grand chandeliers had been turned off. The only source of illumination was a single, dim floor lamp in the corner of the room, casting long, distorted shadows across the hardwood floor.I didn't know how long I had been unconscious.I tried to shift my weight, but the thick zip ties bit viciously into my swollen wrists. My entire body screamed. My ribs ached with every shallow breath. The side of my face was swollen and hot, and my hand—throbbed with a sickening, white-hot intensity."Awake, Principessa?"The voice drifted lazily out of the darkness.A heavy leather chair scraped against the floorboards. Dante leaned forward into t

The guards let go of his arms, stepping back into the shadows. Killian caught his balance, his eyes instantly locking onto the heavy wooden chair sitting under the dim light. His breath stopped. The air vanished from the room. Luna was tied to the chair. She was battered so severely he almost didn't recognize her. Her beautiful face was painted with dark, ugly bruises. Her lip was split. Blood oozed from a cut on her forehead, dripping down her pale skin and soaking into her clothes. The thick white bandages on her hands were torn to shreds, exposing raw, mutilated flesh. Killian’s heart slammed into his ribs in a terrifying, erratic rhythm. The edges of his vision blurred. He couldn't breathe. A massive, suffocating panic attack gripped his lungs, turning his face ashen. "Doll..." Killian choked out. His voice was nothing more than a raw, broken whisper. He was terrified that if he spoke any louder, the vibration alone would hurt her. He took a desperate, shaking step tow

Killian’s gaze stayed locked on Luna. He watched the shallow, fragile rise and fall of her chest, completely paralyzed. He couldn't speak. He couldn't even form a coherent thought."And the best part?" Dario chuckled. "I knew even if she tried to tell you the truth, you would never believe her. You were so blinded by your revenge, you would have just thought she was lying to save her own skin."Killian’s entire body began to shake."She was never my loving daughter," Dario said proudly, gesturing to her broken form. "The illusion was perfect, wasn't it? When you were guarding her, she played the part of the spoiled, mute princess flawlessly. You know why she was so obedient? Because I beat it into her."Killian’s breathing turned ragged. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Luna."She learned very early what happened when she made too much noise," Dario said casually, as if he were discussing the weather. "When she was six years old, I beat her whore of a mother to death right in front

The cold steel of Dante’s gun barrel pressed hard against the center of Killian’s forehead.Killian didn't blink. He didn't pull away from the weapon. His dead, gray eyes stayed locked on the Italian underboss, silently promising a violence so absolute that even Dante’s arrogant smirk faltered for a fraction of a second."Any last words, Rutt?" Dante taunted, his finger tightening on the trigger.From the center of the dark room, a weak, broken sound scraped through the silence."No..."Killian’s eyes flicked toward the chair. Luna’s head was drooping, her bruised face pale and drained of life. She was fading into the dark, her body finally surrendering to the immense trauma, but she was still trying to fight for him.Dante let out a dark chuckle. "Sweet dreams, Pakhan."CRACK.The sound of shattering glass violently exploded through the drawing-room.Dante didn't even have time to blink. A suppressed sniper round tore through the dark, entering the side of his skull and exiting the o

The room was dimly lit. Luna was lying in the center of the hospital bed, hooked up to IV lines and a heart monitor. Her face was pale, heavily bruised, and covered in small bandages. Both of her hands and wrists were heavily wrapped in thick white casts.Killian’s chest tightened. He took a slow, gentle step forward.Luna’s heavy eyelids fluttered open. Her dull green eyes shifted, locking onto his tall, dark frame standing at the foot of her bed.Killian opened his mouth to speak. To tell her she was safe. To beg for her forgiveness.But the moment her eyes met his, her pupils dilated in pure, absolute terror.The heart monitor beside her bed spiked violently, the steady beeping turning into a rapid, frantic screech. Luna pushed herself backward against the pillows, ignoring the broken ribs and the fractured wrists.A raw, blood-curdling scream tore out of her throat.Killian froze. The air completely left his lungs."No!" Luna shrieked, thrashing wildly against the sheets, her terr