บททั้งหมดของ The King’s Broken Oath: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

The following morning, a black luxury Mercedes rolled through the gates of the old wolf’s mansion.The servants had barely finished breakfast preparations when the vehicle stopped in front of the entrance.Lidia stood near the staircase with Tony balanced on her hip while Erika peeked through the large window.“Oh no.”Erika immediately knew who it was.Lidia closed her eyes.Not again.A servant opened the door and accepted several large packages from Bruno’s men.Within minutes, the living room was overflowing with boxes.Some contained toys.Others contained expensive children’s clothes.Several carried famous designer labels.The largest package held the keys to a brand-new Mercedes.Resting on top was a small white envelope.Lidia already knew what it contained.With a sigh, she opened it.Two simple words greeted her.Forgive Me.Lidia almost laughed.Almost.Instead, frustration rose inside her chest.A week.An entire week.Flowers.Jewelry.Designer bags.Shoes.Luxury watche

The following morning, golden rays of sunlight slipped through the sheer curtains, painting soft patterns across the bedroom floor.Lidia stirred first and then stood.Across the room, Erika shifted beneath the blanket before lazily opening one eye.She watched Lidia disappear into the bathroom and smiled to herself.Moments later the bathroom door opened again.Fresh from her shower, Lidia stepped out wearing a simple cream-colored sweater and black trousers. Her damp hair rested over her shoulders, and for the first time in a long while, the heaviness that usually clouded her face had eased.Erika blinked.“You look refreshed.”Lidia paused before the mirror.A small smile curved her lips.“I feel refreshed.”She picked up a towel and gently dried her hair.“I stayed awake for a long time last night after Father spoke to me.”Erika quietly listened.“I kept asking myself one question.”She looked at her own reflection.“How long am I going to keep carrying the past?”Silence settled

The morning sun spilled across the garden, bathing the roses in soft golden light. After breakfast, Flaviana led Lidia and Erika outside with a pot of freshly brewed tea. The three women settled beneath a white gazebo wrapped in blooming vines, where a cool breeze carried the sweet scent of jasmine through the air.For a long moment, no one spoke.Flaviana wrapped both hands around her teacup before finally lifting her eyes to Lidia.“My child…”Her voice trembled.“There are many things you don’t know.”Lidia looked at her quietly.“When you disappeared…” Flaviana continued, “…this house became empty.”She smiled bitterly before shaking her head.“I couldn’t sleep. Every night I sat by the front gate waiting for you to walk back through it. I cried until I had no tears left. Eventually I became so sick the doctors ordered me to stay in bed.”Lidia lowered her eyes.Guilt slowly settled over her heart.“I never blamed you,” Flaviana whispered. “I blamed myself.”Silence stretched betw

Despite herself…A small smile tugged at the corners of Lidia’s lips.She shook her head, though warmth quietly bloomed beneath her guarded heart as the two women walked toward the entrance to await the delivery.“I have served that boy for over thirty years,” she murmured. “Never—not even once—have I seen Bruno Deluca kneel before anyone.”Lidia lowered her eyes to the floor.Neither had she.The image of Bruno kneeling before her refused to leave her mind. The man who had once ruled her life with nothing but cold commands had lowered himself willingly, asking instead of demanding.It unsettled her.“Come,” Flaviana said cheerfully, clapping her hands together. “We don’t have much time.”Lidia blinked.“For what?”“For dinner, of course.”“I…” Lidia hesitated. “Maybe I should change my mind.”Flaviana immediately hooked her arm through Lidia’s.“No backing out now.”Before Lidia could protest, Flaviana was already leading her toward the grand entrance.A long line of luxury garment b

The night air carried the scent of roses as Bruno and Lidia stepped out of the private dining pavilion.The ocean breeze swept gently across the gardens, lifting a few loose strands of Lidia’s hair. Behind them, the violinist continued playing, the melody fading into the distance as they walked toward the waiting Rolls-Royce.Neither of them spoke.The dinner had ended peacefully—far more peacefully than either of them had expected.A valet hurried forward to open the rear door.Bruno waited until Lidia climbed inside before taking the seat beside her.The car eased away from the restaurant, disappearing into the quiet streets illuminated by rows of golden streetlights.For several minutes, only the low hum of the engine filled the silence.Lidia rested her forehead lightly against the cool window.Outside, the city had already begun to sleep.Most shops were closed.Traffic had thinned.Only a few late-night cafés still glowed beneath the stars.But her mind wasn’t on the city.It wa