All Chapters of The King’s Broken Oath: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Thursday, 3rd of June.The room pulsed with heat and pain.The television light flickered against the walls, too bright for a place that smelled of blood, antiseptic, and fear. Shadows trembled with every movement, stretching and shrinking as if the room itself was breathing.“Push!”The nurse’s voice cut through everything—firm, urgent, unyielding.Lidia’s body curled forward, fingers clawing into the thin sheets beneath her. Sweat clung to her skin, her breath coming in sharp, broken gasps as another wave tore through her.It felt endless.Like her body no longer belonged to her.“Push harder, my dear—don’t stop now!”But then—A voice.Low.Familiar.It slipped through the chaos, cutting past the pain, past the noise, past everything.Lidia’s head turned sharply toward the television.“Focus!” the nurse snapped, trying to pull her back.But Lidia didn’t listen.Couldn’t.Her eyes locked onto the screen.And there he was.Gennado.Seated in a chair that mirrored power itself—dark, h

Night did not fall all at once.It crept in.Slow.Careful.Like it, too, was watching.Inside the small room, silence stretched between two women who had learned the hard way that silence was never truly empty. It carried thoughts, fear, decisions waiting to be made.Lidia moved first.She folded the last piece of cloth with steady hands, though the slight tremble in her fingers betrayed the storm beneath. The baby lay wrapped beside her, sleeping, unaware that the world outside had already begun to hunt his mother.Erika zipped the bag quietly.Every sound felt too loud.Too exposed.“Is that everything?” Erika whispered.Lidia nodded without looking up.“Yes.”Her voice was calm.Too calm.Erika studied her for a second, searching for something—fear, hesitation, doubt.But Lidia gave her none.Only that quiet stillness that had begun to replace the girl she once knew.The door outside creaked faintly.Both of them froze.Lidia’s head lifted slightly, her ears catching every movemen

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 road ahead. Behind him, two of Bruno’s most trusted men checked their weapons with quiet precision. No words. No hesitation.Only purpose.“She better not be wasting our time,” one of them muttered under his breath.Romano didn’t respond.Because deep down… he was thinking the same thing.The call had come out of nowhere. A woman. Nervous. Hesitant. But certain.“I’ve seen her… the girl on the screen… I know where she is.”Bruno hadn’t even blinked before giving the order.Go. Confirm. Don’t call me unless she’s there.So here they were.Hunting a ghost.The car slowed as they turned into a quieter neighborhood—one that looked too ordinary to hide someone Bruno had declared war over.Small hous

Miles away—Inside Bruno’s estate—The air felt different.Thick.Tense.Dangerous.Romano stood in the center of the room, his posture straight, his expression unreadable.Around him, the other men remained silent.Waiting.Because they all knew—What was coming.The doors opened.Heavy.Slow.And Bruno walked in.His presence filled the room instantly.Like a storm stepping into a confined space.His eyes landed on Romano.Sharp.Expectant.“Well?” Bruno asked.One word.Low.Controlled.Romano didn’t look away.“They weren’t there.”Silence.A single second.Then—Bruno’s hand slammed against the table.The sound echoed like a gunshot.“Useless!” he snapped.The room froze.No one moved.No one breathed.Bruno turned away sharply, running a hand through his hair before gripping the back of a chair so tightly his knuckles turned white.“You’re telling me,” he said slowly, dangerously, “that after all that… you found nothing?”Romano’s jaw tightened.“We found signs she was there,” h

Lidia moved first.She reached for the small bag near the corner and pulled it closer, unzipping it with a quiet sound. Inside, everything remained as they had packed it—neat, minimal, ready.Always ready.She began to take things out one by one.Folding.Arranging.Not because it needed to be done—But because stillness made her mind louder.And she couldn’t afford that.Erika watched her for a moment before pushing herself up fully.Her steps dragged slightly as she crossed the room, pausing near the edge of the bed to stretch her arms above her head.A faint wince crossed her face.“Feels like I got hit by a truck,” she muttered.Lidia didn’t respond.Her focus remained on the task in front of her.A shirt folded too neatly.Placed too precisely.Erika exhaled through her nose and bent down to pick up her own bag.The zipper stuck halfway.She tugged it harder than necessary.It snapped open with a sharp sound.Both of them froze for a second.Listening.Nothing followed.Erika let