All Chapters of The King’s Broken Oath: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The threatening video ended, Lorenzo’s voice still slithering through the silence like poison. Any other man would have panicked. Any sane man would have reacted.But Bruno DeLuca wasn’t any man.He slid his phone onto the table with the same calmness he used when signing a death order.“Let go,” he said, voice steady, controlled, dangerous in its softness.Dario stared at him like he’d just seen a ghost walk out of fire.“O–Okay, boss,” he stuttered, swallowing the lump in his throat.They left the mansion in silence, the kind of silence only killers and kings were comfortable with. Bruno leaned back in his seat, expression carved from stone as the city blurred past them.Forty minutes later, the car eased into the lavish circular driveway of DeLuca Galleria, one of Bruno’s prized properties. Marble pillars framed the entrance; gold-trimmed glass displayed only the most luxurious brands. The guards at the door stiffened the second they saw him.No one expected The Ice King to show up

BLACK WHISPER They called him The Tally Man. Lorenzo sat at the head of his grand hall like a king on a stolen throne, legs spread comfortably, elbows resting on the arms of his chair. Around him, his men moved with disciplined precision—metallic clicks echoed as magazines were loaded, bullets counted, rifles tested. Heavy black bags filled with ammunition lay scattered across the long oak table, beside knives, maps, radios, and sealed envelopes marked with blood-red ink. The scent of oil, smoke, and ambition clung thickly to the air. Lorenzo watched them with pride. This was what power looked like. A dark smile curved his lips as his thoughts sharpened. Soon, he mused, I will become the lord of the jungle, Bruno. Before you even sense the shift, everything you own will belong to me. Among the ten major mafia families in Russia, he had already secured three—men hungry enough to betray tradition for power. In Italy, two lower families had pledged loyalty, drawn by promises of

Tuk.The sharp notification cut through the charged air like a bullet hitting steel.Bruno’s head snapped toward the sound instantly. He didn’t need to check the source. He knew that sound the way a soldier knew gunfire.His phone.The distraction lasted less than a second—but it was enough.Lidia reacted on instinct.She twisted sharply, slipping through the opening in his hold like a frightened doe, and bolted toward the bathroom. The lock clicked loudly as she slammed the door shut behind her, her trembling breath echoing faintly through the thick wood.Bruno cursed under his breath but didn’t chase her.Not yet.He turned instead, long strides carrying him to the bed where his phone lay beside the pillow. The screen lit up in his hand.Old Wolf — Incoming Call.His jaw tightened.He answered without hesitation.“Hello, Father,” Bruno said coolly, his voice stripped of emotion. He already knew this wasn’t about Scarlet anymore—not entirely.“Call a meeting. Now.”Gennado’s voice th

“Lidia. Lidia!”Bruno’s voice echoed through the corridor the moment Gennado’s footsteps faded beyond the mansion gates. The urgency in his tone betrayed him, stripping away the Ice King’s composure. He waited.Nothing.Minutes passed.“Lidia!” he called again—this time sharper, anger bleeding into his voice.Still no answer.Fury surged.He took the stairs two at a time, his long strides eating the distance as he reached her door. Without knocking, he shoved it open.“How dare you ignore me?” he snapped.Lidia sat before the mirror, unmoving. Her reflection stared back at her—eyes red, face pale, a faint swelling already forming on her cheek. She didn’t turn. She didn’t speak.She didn’t acknowledge him.That silence struck Bruno harder than defiance ever could.He stepped closer, his presence filling the room like a storm. No one ignored him. No one ever had. He was the man empires bowed to, the one whose single word could end lives.His pride burned.Before he could stop himself—H

Night descended on the DeLuca mansion like a suffocating shroud.Still, there was no sign of Lidia.The once-grand house was tense, every corridor thick with fear. Servants moved like shadows, careful not to make a sound, terrified of drawing the Ice King’s attention. No one dared speak her name too loudly. Tonight, even breathing felt dangerous.Bruno DeLuca sat in the living room, his posture rigid, his presence dominating the space. He hadn’t gone to bed. He wouldn’t. Sleep was impossible when his mind was locked on one thing—her absence.“I’ll wait,” he said coldly, breaking the silence. “She’ll return.”Rico stood nearby, unease flickering across his face. “Boss… what if she’s been taken?”Bruno’s jaw clenched.“Then whoever touched her has already signed their death sentence,” he replied flatly. “Send word to everyone. Streets, ports, clubs—search everywhere.”Hanks stood a short distance away, her expression carefully composed. She lowered her gaze respectfully, but beneath the