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When the Past Demands a Meeting

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-02-24 22:49:11

The door closed behind them with a muted click, sealing the night outside.

Erika leaned her back against the wood as if it were the only thing keeping her upright. Her fingers stayed curled around the handle for several seconds before she finally released it. The hallway light cast a thin yellow line across the floor, stopping just short of Lidia’s feet. The silence inside the apartment felt unnatural—too clean, too empty—like a room that had forgotten how to breathe.

Lidia stood in the center
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  • 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   The Death Of Old Dreams

    The room felt smaller after Lidia returned.Not because of the walls—But because of the silence sitting between the two women.Erika looked up immediately the moment the door closed behind Lidia. One glance at her face was enough to know something had changed again.Lidia moved slowly across the room, her expression unreadable, her thoughts too loud behind her quietness.Tony slept peacefully on the bed, unaware of the storm growing around his mother.“What happened?” Erika asked softly.Lidia stopped beside the window.For a second—She said nothing.Then she turned.“I spoke to Gennado.”Erika sat up straighter immediately.“And?”Lidia inhaled slowly.“I told him I want to investigate my mother’s death.”Her voice hardened slightly.“And punish Rosa and Luca myself.”The words dropped heavily into the room.Erika’s face drained slowly of color.“No…”She shook her head instantly.“No, Lidia.”Lidia remained standing still.“I also agreed to continue training.”That broke whatever

  • The King’s Broken Oath   The Quiet Beginning of War

    The gates closed behind the convoy with a soft, final click.Home.Or something close enough to it.Lidia stepped out of the SUV first, Tony balanced securely on her hip, his small fingers curled into her dress as if even he sensed the shift in the air. Erika followed behind, arms full of shopping bags, her expression lighter than it had been in days.“You saw his face when you picked that tiny suit,” Erika muttered, nudging Lidia lightly. “That boy is going to be spoiled.”Lidia allowed a faint smile.“He deserves it.”They walked inside.The house greeted them with quiet order—staff moving discreetly, lights warm, everything exactly where it should be.But Lidia didn’t linger.Didn’t settle.Her mind was already somewhere else.After settling Tony and handing the bags to a servant, she stood still for a moment in the middle of her room.Thinking.Weighing.Deciding.Then—She turned.And walked out.The hallway stretched long and silent as she made her way toward Gennado’s study. He

  • The King’s Broken Oath   Graves, Ghosts, and Promises Unbroken

    Morning didn’t feel different.But something had shifted.Lidia stood by the window, her fingers resting lightly against the curtain as she watched the driveway below. The gates opened slowly, guards moving in quiet coordination, their presence no longer unfamiliar—but not entirely welcome either.Behind her, Erika stretched lazily on the bed, Tony beside her, babbling softly as he played with the edge of a pillow.“You’ve been staring out there for ten minutes,” Erika said, her voice light but observant.Lidia didn’t turn.“I want to go out.”That got Erika’s attention.She sat up.“Out… out?” she asked, a smile already forming.Lidia nodded.Slow.Certain.It hadn’t been easy convincing Gennado.The moment she mentioned stepping outside, his expression had tightened, his eyes scanning her like he was measuring risk against something he wasn’t willing to lose again.“No guards?” he had asked.“No,” she had replied.That had ended quickly.Now—Two cars waited.One for her.One for th

  • 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   A New Face, A New War

    The money arrived in a plain brown envelope.Erika placed it on the small kitchen table without ceremony, as if it were just groceries, not the last savings her father had scraped together after a long night of arguing. Lidia watched the envelope as though it might bite her. For a second, guilt cra

  • The King’s Broken Oath   Hunters Without a Trail

    Gennado arrived at Bruno’s estate just after sunrise.The iron gates opened slowly, as if even the house itself sensed the weight in his chest. He stepped out of the car with the posture of a man who had ruled for decades—back straight, face carved from stone—but inside him, a storm raged.Lidia.T

  • The King’s Broken Oath   A Dangerous Transformation

    The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and old tea leaves.It was small—too small for the storm inside Lidia’s chest—but it was safe. For now.She sat on the edge of the narrow bed, her hands folded over her knees, fingers trembling despite her effort to keep them still. The borrowed dress hung loo

  • 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

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