All Chapters of The King’s Broken Oath: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Got it — I’ll rewrite that chapter segment correctly, keeping the tension but fixing the relationships and sharpening Blanca’s slip so it becomes a threat tied to Elena’s disappearance.Here is the corrected and refined version:The Deluca estate rose from the hills like a fortress carved from stone and secrets.Iron gates loomed beneath a sky the color of ash. Armed men stood in rigid lines, rifles strapped across their chests, eyes sharp and unwelcoming.Blanca’s car slowed.The gates did not open.Instead, three men stepped forward.“Out of the vehicle.”Scarlet stiffened. Blanca lowered the window with controlled grace. “We are expected. Gennado Deluca invited us.”The man did not blink. “Out.”They obeyed.Hands searched them thoroughly—bags, sleeves, even the lining of Scarlet’s dress. Scarlet’s humiliation burned across her face as her arms were lifted. Blanca remained still, jaw clenched.Only after the search did the gates grind open.They were not taken inside.They were led

Gennado held the phone to his ear, his fingers stiff around it, as if the device itself carried weight.“Speak,” he said.Silvano’s voice came through the line, steady but heavy. “I finished the comparison.”Gennado moved closer to the desk without realizing it. Elena’s photograph lay there, her eyes frozen in a smile that had once belonged only to him.“And?” he asked.“There is a ninety percent probability that Lidia is your biological daughter.”The words did not land gently.They struck.Hard.Gennado’s breath stopped midway in his chest.“Ninety percent,” he repeated slowly.“Yes. Based on maternal records, blood typing, biometric mapping, and timeline overlap. Elena gave birth approximately six months after she vanished. The hospital record was filed under a false name, but the delivery profile matches Elena’s medical history.”The room felt smaller.Gennado lowered himself into the chair behind his desk as if his legs had suddenly lost their purpose.“She was pregnant,” he said

Dawn crept in like a thief.A pale line of light slipped through the cracked shutters of the safe house, touching the dust in the air and the bloodstains on the floor. The room felt wrong—too still, too empty. The kind of silence that did not belong to sleep but to something already broken.Since Lidia had been brought there, the place had never been quiet.There had always been something—her breathing, the rattle of chains, the muffled sound of movement when she shifted on the chair where they had tied her. Even when she said nothing, she existed loudly. Fear had a sound.Now there was nothing.One of Lorenzo’s men, Greco, stood near the doorway with a cigarette burning between his fingers. He frowned, listening.“You hear that?” he muttered.Another man, ElToro, looked up from his phone. “Hear what?“Exactly,” Greco said.The silence pressed against Greco’s skull. He flicked the cigarette away and moved down the narrow hallway. The light above buzzed weakly. Each step echoed too sha

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 wound but to change the shape of her face.“Walk ahead of me,” Lidia said quietly. Her voice was rough, cracked by thirst and pain. “A few steps. If anyone looks, they should see two strangers, not friends.”Erika’s throat tightened. “Lidia…”“You walk some feet away till we get somewhere safe,” Lidia repeated. “Then you can come close.”Erika swallowed hard.Pride and pity crashed inside her chest like stones.She watched her best friend—once gentle, once afraid—now standing like a soldier stitched together with pain.“I wish I could save you from this cruel world,” Erika whispered, tears blurring her sight.Lidia gave a small, tired smile. “You already did. You didn’t forget me.”That smile c

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.The name burned behind his eyes.He had come to discuss the growing unrest with Lorenzo, the failed kidnapping, the city whispering like rats in the walls. He had come as an old wolf to advise a younger one.Instead, he walked straight into disaster.Bruno met him in the main hall, shirt half-buttoned, eyes sunken, jaw unshaven. The man looked like someone who had not slept in days.“,” Bruno greeted, forcing steadiness into his voice. “You came early.”Gennado studied him closely. Every movement, every breath. If Bruno knew the truth about Lidia… it would show.“What happened?” Gennado asked calmly. “You look unkept.”Bruno hesitated.Then the words fell.“Lidia escaped from Lorenzo and he c