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The Truth Between Father and Daughter

Author: Rea melusi
last update publish date: 2026-06-04 13:08:09

The celebration ended long after midnight.

One by one, the luxurious cars disappeared through the massive iron gates of the old wolf’s estate. The music faded. The laughter died away. The grand reception hall that had been overflowing with powerful men and women only hours ago slowly returned to silence.

Servants moved quietly through the room collecting empty wine glasses and half-finished plates while security men resumed their normal positions around the mansion.

Outside, the night air had t
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  • The King’s Broken Oath   The Man Seeking Forgiveness

    Bruno stared at the message on his phone for a long time after receiving it.The screen had already dimmed twice.Still, he remained seated behind his desk.Silent.Motionless.Dangerously thoughtful.A slow smile eventually appeared on his face.Not the cold smile that terrified enemies.Not the cruel smile that had once made men tremble.This one carried understanding.Because he knew Gennado.Perhaps better than anyone else.The old wolf had likely seen everything.Romano taking Tony’s hair.His unusual interest in the boy.The way his eyes followed Lidia throughout the birthday celebration.Nothing escaped Gennado’s notice.Nothing.Bruno leaned back against his chair and closed his eyes.“So you figured it out.”His voice was barely audible.The room remained silent.For a few moments, he allowed himself to breathe.Tomorrow would change everything.One way or another.His phone vibrated again.This time the message came from Romano.Bruno opened it immediately.A file appeared.

  • The King’s Broken Oath   The Truth Between Father and Daughter

    The celebration ended long after midnight.One by one, the luxurious cars disappeared through the massive iron gates of the old wolf’s estate. The music faded. The laughter died away. The grand reception hall that had been overflowing with powerful men and women only hours ago slowly returned to silence.Servants moved quietly through the room collecting empty wine glasses and half-finished plates while security men resumed their normal positions around the mansion.Outside, the night air had turned colder.Inside, however, Lidia felt anything but calm.She stood beside Tony’s crib, watching her son sleep peacefully.His tiny chest rose and fell steadily beneath the blanket.Completely unaware.Completely innocent.And perhaps standing at the center of a storm that was about to explode.Lidia gently brushed a finger through his soft curls.The same curls Bruno had stared at tonight.The same curls that had made her heart nearly stop when Tony ran into Bruno’s arms without hesitation.

  • The King’s Broken Oath   Blood Never Lies

    The applause still echoed across the grand hall as Lidia slowly walked toward Gennado.The heavy file rested inside the old wolf’s hand like the weight of an empire itself.Every eye in the room followed her movements.Some with admiration.Some with envy.Others with calculation.Because tonight—Everything had changed.Lidia stopped in front of Gennado, her fingers trembling slightly before reaching for the document.The file felt heavier than expected.Not because of paper.But because of what it meant.Power.Protection.A name.A future.Her throat tightened painfully.For years she had begged life for scraps of kindness.Tonight—An entire kingdom had been placed in her hands.Slowly, she lifted her eyes toward Gennado.The old wolf smiled at her softly.Proudly.Like a father finally getting the chance to love his child openly.Without thinking—Lidia stepped forward and hugged him tightly.The room erupted into applause again.Louder this time.Longer.Gennado closed his eyes

  • The King’s Broken Oath   The Heirs of the Old Wolf

    The mansion had not slept all day.Servants moved quickly through the hallways carrying trays of flowers, ribbons, wine glasses, decorations, and expensive fabrics while voices echoed softly from every direction.The once quiet estate had transformed completely.Lidia stood near the center of the large reception hall, holding a roll of silver ribbon while supervising the final decorations. Purple and black flowers lined the long marble staircase, soft golden lights wrapped around the pillars, and crystal chandeliers cast warm reflections across the polished floors.Everything looked elegant.Carefully planned.Erika walked down the staircase carrying wrapped gifts in both hands.“You know,” she muttered breathlessly, “for someone who said she didn’t want a big party, this looks like a royal celebration.”Lidia laughed softly for the first time that day.A real laugh.Short.But warm.“I blame Gennado.”“You should,” Erika replied immediately. “This man invited half the mafia world.”L

  • The King’s Broken Oath   The night of truth

    Dawn stretched quietly across the city.The sky carried soft shades of orange and gold, the cool breeze brushing gently against the garden trees as Lidia and Erika walked slowly toward the mansion.The house stood glowing softly beneath the fading evening light.Safe.Silent.Tony sat comfortably in his stroller, tiny fingers wrapped around the edge of his blanket while soft baby sounds escaped his lips every now and then.Lidia held Erika’s hand tightly.Not because she was afraid.But because she needed the warmth.The reminder.That despite everything—She still had something left.A calm smile rested on her lips as she glanced down at Tony.Life had taken so much from her.Her childhood.Her dreams.Her innocence.Yet somehow—She was still here.Still breathing.Still capable of smiling.And beside her stood the two people who mattered most now.Her son.And Erika.Lidia’s grip on Erika’s hand tightened slightly.Then she turned toward her.“Thank you.”The words came quietly.Bu

  • The King’s Broken Oath   Buried Truths and Silent Promises

    The garden was alive with movement.The sharp sound of shoes striking stone.The crack of fists against padded shields.The low, firm instructions of the trainer cutting through the cool morning air.Lidia moved like someone trying to outrun her own thoughts.Every strike.Every turn.Every breath—Carried something deeper than effort.Sweat clung to her skin, dampening the loose strands of hair stuck to her temples. Her arms burned. Her lungs tightened. But she didn’t stop.She couldn’t.Stopping meant thinking.And thinking meant feeling.Across the lawn—Erika appeared.Tony balanced gently on her hip.Her smile came first.Small.Forced.Fragile enough that Lidia saw through it instantly.The moment their eyes met—Lidia stopped.Without hesitation, she walked toward her.Fast.Erika barely had time to adjust Tony before Lidia wrapped her arms around her.Tightly.Warmly.Desperately.Erika stiffened for only a second.Then softened.Her free hand moved slowly to Lidia’s back.Hol

  • The King’s Broken Oath   No Longer the Victim

    Lidia did not cry again.Tears were useless now.She tightened the scarf around her head, folding it low over her brow until only a thin line of her eyes showed. Erika watched as Lidia tore a strip of cloth from the edge of her torn dress and wrapped it across her bruised cheek, not to hide the wou

  • The King’s Broken Oath   Steps into the Unknown

    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 gre

  • The King’s Broken Oath   The Empty Chair

    Dawn crept in like a thief.A pale line of light slipped through the cracked shutters of the safe house, touching the dust in the air and the bloodstains on the floor. The room felt wrong—too still, too empty. The kind of silence that did not belong to sleep but to something already broken.Since L

  • The King’s Broken Oath   Threats Between Kings

    Lorenzo stood alone in the darkened room of his coastal hideout, the windows open to the salt wind, the curtains breathing in and out like wounded lungs.The smell of gun oil and blood still clung to the air.A thousand men.That was the number whispered to him that morning—lost in ambushes, raids,

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