All Chapters of The King’s Broken Oath: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The slap landed so hard Vivian’s head snapped sideways.Her bodyguards tensed immediately.But Vivian raised a hand quickly, stopping them.Her cheek burned.But she refused to touch it.Lorenzo’s voice roared through the room.“How dare you keep such a secret from me!”His face was red with fury.“How dare you defy my order!”His fist slammed against the desk.“I told you to get rid of that pregnancy!”Vivian slowly turned her face back toward him.Her eyes burned—not with fear.With hatred.“Yes,” she said hoarsely.“I kept it.”Her voice sharpened.“Because I couldn’t destroy the only good thing I ever got from sleeping with you.”The words struck deeper than the slap.Lorenzo’s jaw tightened.“So tell me,” he demanded.“If Bruno is my son…”His eyes narrowed dangerously.“How did he end up in the hands of that old wolf?”Vivian’s answer came without hesitation.“I gave him to Gennado after birth.”The room went still again.“I knew if you found out I kept the baby,” she continued,

Romano’s expression sharpened.“What about him?”There was a brief pause on the line.Then Rico spoke again.“Lorenzo’s men have started digging.”Romano’s brow furrowed.“Digging into what?”Another pause.Then the words dropped like a quiet bomb.“The boss’s birth.Romano went still.“What?”“They’re searching hospital records, old midwives, anyone who might know anything about when Bruno was born,” Rico continued. “They’re asking questions about the old wolf too. Trying to find out if the boss was truly the Old Wolf son.”Romano’s grip tightened slightly around the phone.“Do they know something?”“No,” Rico said quickly. “At least not yet. From what we can tell, they’re still blind. But someone must’ve pushed Lorenzo to start digging. There’s no other reason for him to suddenly care about the boss’s birth.”Romano looked up slowly.Bruno was still staring out the window.But Romano knew him well enough to understand something dangerous.Bruno noticed everything.Romano lowered his

Vivian stood where they had left her—alone before the man she had once given everything up for some years back. Her fingers trembled slightly at her sides, but her gaze did not break.“You know…” she began, her voice softer now, yet steady in a way that carried years of buried pain, “on the day of your birth, I made a vow.”Bruno didn’t move.Didn’t blink.Only watched.“I swore I would make Lorenzo pay for everything he cost me… and you.”The words settled between them like something old and heavy.Vivian took a slow breath, her chest rising unevenly.Her eyes remained fixed on his.Bruno stayed silent, giving her nothing—no reaction, no interruption. But behind that stillness, his mind was already working, already dissecting every word, every tone, every truth and lie hidden beneath them.“The night I handed you to Gennado…” she continued, her voice tightening slightly, “I knew it was the only way.”A flicker passed through her expression.“Because with him… you would grow into a m

Guilt.It didn’t sit well.Flaviana’s quiet sobs pulled him back.He moved then.Slowly.Carefully.Until he stood in front of her.His hand lifted—hesitated for the briefest second—then rested gently on her shoulder.“I know how you feel.”His voice was quieter now.Rougher.“You love her.”Flaviana nodded through tears.Like a child.Like a mother who had lost something she couldn’t replace.Bruno’s jaw tightened.“And I will make you a promise.”His hand dropped.His posture straightened.Something colder returned to his voice.Something firmer.“Lidia will be found.”A pause.His fists clenched at his sides.“And she will be brought back.”Alive.The word wasn’t spoken.But it lived in his tone.Flaviana wiped at her face quickly, nodding.“Thank you… sir.”Her voice trembled.But there was something else there now.Hope.Fragile.She turned and walked away slowly, her steps uneven but determined.Bruno remained where he stood.Still.Silent.Then—The moment she disappeared—Ever

“If I didn’t know better,” she added softly, “I would think someone convinced you.” A subtle push. A test. Silence followed. Longer this time. Then— “No one convinces me.” Lorenzo’s voice came low. Dangerous. The warning was clear. Blanca leaned back again. Relaxed. Unbothered. On the surface. “Of course not,” she said. Smooth. Effortless. “But you must forgive my curiosity.” Her fingers brushed her necklace lightly. “You don’t make decisions like this without a reason.” A pause. Then, softer— “And I don’t like being the only one who doesn’t know it.” There it was. The truth. Bare. But still wrapped in elegance. Lorenzo didn’t answer immediately. And when he did— His voice was colder than before. “Then get used to it.” The line went silent. Blanca’s hand froze. Slowly— Very slowly— She lowered the phone from her ear. The call had ended. Just like that. No closure. No explanation. No control. For a moment—