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Steps into the Unknown

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last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 16.02.2026 23:59:26

Bruno received the message just before sunrise.

Lorenzo lost the girl.

She is missing.

The city is being searched.

For a long moment, Bruno only stared at the screen of his phone.

Then—

He laughed.

It was low at first, barely a sound, like air escaping his lungs after years of pressure. Then it grew, dark and slow, filling the empty room of his study. His shoulders loosened. His jaw unclenched. For the first time since Lidia had been dragged out of his world, something close to relief slid into
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  • The King’s Broken Oath   The Distance Between Words

    “I don’t have anything against you, sir.”Lidia’s voice came out calm.Too calm.Carefully measured, like every word had been tested before it was allowed to leave her mouth.“I should even thank you,” she continued, her gaze steady but distant, never quite settling into his. “If I hadn’t come to your house… I might never have crossed paths with Mr. Gennado.”A pause.Small.Controlled.“Even if it took time for the truth to come out… I’m still grateful.”Silence followed.Not empty—Heavy.Bruno didn’t move.Didn’t blink.His eyes stayed locked on her face, searching, dissecting, reading between every word she had just spoken.Because he knew that tone.Too well.Gratitude wrapped in distance.Politeness used as a shield.A voice that said thank you—But meant stay away.Something tightened in his chest.Slow.Painful.Each word she had spoken pressed deeper, like something sharp dragging across a place he didn’t know could bleed.He let out a quiet breath.Barely noticeable.Then—“

  • The King’s Broken Oath   The Weight of What Was Done

    The house had grown quieter over the week.Not empty—Just settled.Lidia moved through it more freely now, her steps less guarded, her eyes no longer scanning every corner like danger lived behind the walls. She had learned the rhythm of the place—the timing of footsteps, the tone of voices, the way the staff moved without intrusion.It wasn’t trust.But it was… something close to breathing again.That morning—It broke.The sound of the front door echoed faintly through the hall.Heavy.Certain.Not like the others.Lidia stilled mid-step.Tony shifted in her arms as her grip tightened instinctively, pulling him closer against her chest. Her body reacted before her mind could catch up, her pulse rising sharply.Something—Felt wrong.Then she heard it.A voice.Low.Controlled.Too familiar.Her breath hitched.Her fingers trembled slightly against the fabric wrapped around Tony.“No…” she whispered under her breath.Erika looked up immediately.“What—?”But Lidia didn’t answer.She

  • The King’s Broken Oath   Half-Truths and Hidden Fires

    The study held its breath.Not the kind of silence that comforted—The kind that waited.Gennado didn’t sit.He remained standing near the desk, one hand resting against the polished wood, the other hanging loosely by his side. His gaze never left Lidia, sharp and searching, as though peeling back layers she hadn’t spoken yet.“Did you recognize the men that took you?”The question came without warning.Direct.Heavy.Lidia’s fingers tightened slightly in her lap.She had known it would come.Still—It settled deep.She lifted her head.Met his eyes.Then—Nodded.Gennado’s jaw tightened.A muscle flickered beneath his skin.“Lorenzo’s men,” he said.Not a question.A conclusion.Already formed.Lidia didn’t argue.Didn’t correct.Because the truth—Sat too close to that line to deny.The air shifted.Darker.Gennado turned slightly, pacing once before stopping again.His mind moved quickly, connecting pieces, building something dangerous from fragments.“Who helped you escape?”Lidia

  • The King’s Broken Oath   Truths That Refuse to Stay Buried

    The knock came softly.Too soft.It still made them freeze.Lidia’s hand tightened around the edge of the bed, her breath catching before she could stop it. Erika’s eyes snapped toward the door, her body already tense, ready—though for what, she didn’t know.Another knock.Gentler this time.Patient.Not forceful.Lidia stood.Slowly.Every step toward the door measured, careful, her senses stretched thin. Her fingers hovered over the handle for a second before finally turning it.The door opened just a crack.A face appeared.A woman.The same servant from the night before.Smiling.Calm.Unthreatening.Lidia opened the door a little wider.Not fully.Never fully.“Please,” the woman said softly, her hands folded neatly in front of her. “Breakfast is ready. You’re invited downstairs.”Her tone carried no urgency.No pressure.Just… politeness.Lidia studied her.For a moment too long.Searching for something—A slip.A lie.Anything.But found none.“Thank you,” she replied finally.

  • The King’s Broken Oath   A House of Promises and Doubt

    The car moved through the night without urgency.No sirens.No escorts.Just the low hum of the engine cutting through the quiet streets.Inside—No one spoke.The silence didn’t feel empty.It felt crowded.Gennado sat in the front, his posture straight, his hands resting firmly as his eyes shifted between the road and the rearview mirror.Again.And again.And again.Each glance was quick.Careful.But searching.Every time—He found her.Or at least—He thought he did.Because most of what he saw was Erika.Her face.Her silhouette.The angle of her head as she sat close to Lidia.And every time it happened—Something twisted inside him.Old memories surfaced without permission.The past folding into the present in ways he wasn’t ready for.His grip tightened slightly.Because the last time he had seen that face—It had disappeared.Without warning.Without explanation.Taking something with it.Something he never got back.Now—She was here.Not entirely.Not truly.But close enou

  • The King’s Broken Oath   The Return No One Expected

    The doors didn’t slam.They opened.Slowly.Deliberately.And somehow—That was louder.The music had already died. The murmurs had already been swallowed whole. What remained inside the grand hall was something heavier than silence—Expectation.Then—She stepped in.Lidia’s fingers tightened instinctively around Tony, pulling him closer against her chest as if the world itself might try to take him away. The fabric of his blanket pressed beneath her chin, his warmth the only steady thing in a room that suddenly felt too large… and far too dangerous.Her steps were careful.Measured.But not weak.Each one echoed faintly against the polished floor, carrying farther than it should have.Eyes followed her.Everywhere.Men who had commanded armies.Women who had walked through blood without flinching.All of them—Still.Watching.Because the woman who had just walked into the lion’s den—Wasn’t supposed to exist anymore.Lidia didn’t look at them.Not at the whispers forming behind sea

  • The King’s Broken Oath   The House That Gave Nothing Away

    The engine of the black SUV roared through the quiet streets, its presence slicing through the calm like a blade.Inside, silence reigned.Not the peaceful kind—but the heavy, suffocating silence that came before violence.Romano sat in the passenger seat, his jaw tight, his eyes locked on the roa

  • The King’s Broken Oath   A War Paused, Not Ended

    Her voice lowered, steady and controlled.“Whatever this is—whatever he’s hiding—it does not change one thing.”Scarlet looked at her, searching.“We are not powerless.”The words landed with quiet force.Blanca’s grip tightened slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to ground.“I built everything

  • The King’s Broken Oath   The War He Must Silence

    His phone came out again.Another number.The line rang once.Twice.Then—“Bruno.”Gennado’s voice.Steady.Familiar.Bruno leaned back slightly.“I need you at the mansion.”A pause.“It’s important.”Gennado didn’t ask questions.“I’m on my way.”The line went dead.At the airport—Vivian steppe

  • The King’s Broken Oath   The Night the King Hesitated

    Vivian stood where they had left her—alone before the man she had once given everything up for some years back. Her fingers trembled slightly at her sides, but her gaze did not break.“You know…” she began, her voice softer now, yet steady in a way that carried years of buried pain, “on the day of

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