All Chapters of The King’s Broken Oath: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The kitchen was warm, alive with the aroma of garlic and simmering herbs. It was one of the few places in the Gennado mansion that didn’t feel like a prison. Flavian, the elderly cook, stirred the sauce with practiced ease while Lidia chopped vegetables clumsily, her hands trembling more from nerves than the knife’s edge.Yet for the first time that day, laughter rippled in the air.“You chop those tomatoes like you’re afraid they’ll scream,” Flavian teased gently, her wrinkled lips curving into a smile.Lidia chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “If they do scream, at least it’ll be louder than Miss Scarlet’s voice.”The two women laughed, a sound so rare in the mansion that it startled even Lidia herself. She hadn’t felt lighthearted in weeks, maybe months. Slowly, between jokes and stolen smiles, their conversation deepened.Lidia spoke in halting whispers about her life before the mansion—about the struggles, the loneliness, the feeling of being abandoned by everyone

Romano’s throat went dry as the line went dead. Bruno’s calmness unsettled him more than a thousand threats ever could. The Ice King’s voice had been level, almost indifferent—an executioner sharpening his blade in silence. Romano slipped his phone back into his pocket, his chest tight, his mind spinning.Still, he forced himself to breathe. If Bruno wasn’t shouting, it meant he already had something planned. That realization made Romano’s pulse race even faster.He snatched his keys from the desk, the metallic jingle loud in the suffocating quiet of the office. Without a word to anyone, he strode through the lobby, ignoring the curious eyes of his subordinates. Outside, the sun blazed across Cosa Nostra Street, mocking the storm inside him. Romano slid behind the wheel of his sleek black Maserati and gunned the engine. Gravel spat from the tires as he tore off toward the old warehouse.Meanwhile, miles away inside the Gennado mansion, Bruno sat in his office like a statue carved from

“No one dares lay hands on you ever again,” Bruno’s deep, husky voice echoed through the wide living room as he took another spoonful of food into his mouth.Lidia sat across from him, her trembling hands clutching her lap. Her heart raced as she nodded, barely able to find her voice. “Thank you, sir,” she whispered, her tone faint, almost disappearing under the weight of her fear.Bruno didn’t respond. Once he was done eating, he rose quietly from his seat, straightened his jacket, and walked away without looking back—his calm steps filling the silence he left behind.Every servant in the room turned their gaze toward Lidia. Some looked shocked, others suspicious, and a few simply pitied her. No one dared speak until Bruno’s figure disappeared completely into the hall.Blanca, the chief, finally broke the silence. She approached Lidia and began clearing the dishes beside her. “What’s going on?” she whispered softly, glancing around to make sure no one was eavesdropping.Lidia shook h

Bruno captured her small mouth with his giving it a good kiss while his hands slowly taking off Lidia’s clothes.And then down to her neck kissing her erotically covering her whole body, he used his hand and opened her leg wider placing himself between them.Lidia scrunched her eyes when he started to rock her body, his cock touching her pussy with his push erotically.A quiet yet noticeable moan crept out from Lidia’s mouth as Bruno brought down his tongue sucking one of her breast and used one of his hands to hold the other breast.Pinching the hardened nipple and his other free hand prodding her entrance.Lidia body went limb on the big master bed. Her body twitching from both pleasure and pain.Bruno tools his mouth off mounting her breast and with hazy, lustful unmatched eyes looked down at her open pussy.He lower his head and put his mouth on her entrance, his tongue and lips were doing things to Lidia body that she never thought of.And soon her organs came so hard that she wa

Black whispered…“So, Bruno… you have given me the opportunity to break the peace treaty between the two families. And now, no one will be able to stop me from ruining you.”Lorenzo’s voice carried the venom of a thousand promises as he paced around his dimly lit sitting room. Each step he took was heavy, measured, and fueled by a lifetime of grudges simmering just beneath his skin. His eyes burned with fury, and with every breath, a new vow was forged.“I will take everything that belongs to you,” he hissed, gripping the glass in his hand so tightly it cracked. “Even the position you’re holding right now… the mighty ‘Ice King.’”The shards fell to the floor with a soft crackle, but Lorenzo didn’t flinch.“Sir… Bruno has killed two of our men. Are we just going to let it go that easily without a fight?” Greco asked. Pain and anger shook his voice.Greco’s face was tight, bruised from the last confrontation with Bruno’s men, but the fire in his eyes matched the boss’s.“Greco is right,