All Chapters of The Silence Of His Vows: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Like I hadn't just broken his glass and spilled water across his table and flinched away from him like a beaten dog.I sat frozen beside him, every muscle in my body tense and waiting for the punishment that had to be coming. But he just continued eating in silence, his movements methodical and controlled, and I didn't dare move or speak or even breathe too loudly.The minutes stretched out. He ate without rushing, without speaking, and I sat rigid in that too-soft leather chair with my hands clenched in my lap and my eyes fixed on the empty space in front of me.Finally, he set his silverware down. The fork and knife made soft clicking sounds as he arranged them parallel on his plate. He pushed the plate away slightly and leaned back in his chair, and then he looked at me.Really looked.His eyes moved slowly over my face. Down my neck to where my collarbones were visible above the neckline of my grey dress. Over my thin arms and my trembling hands."You're getting thin."The observa

The light outside had faded to gray when the knock came.I was still sitting in the chair by the window. I'd been there for hours. My lunch tray sat on the table, pushed to the side. The food was cold now. Untouched. I hadn't had the energy to eat it.My cheek throbbed. A constant, dull pulse that I'd stopped noticing until I moved my jaw or touched it accidentally.The knock came again. Sharper this time.I stood up slowly, my legs stiff from sitting too long.The door opened. One of the older maids stood there, the same woman who'd brought my breakfast tray this morning."Dining room," she said quietly. "Dinner."My stomach dropped.I nodded.She stepped aside and I walked past her into the corridor. She didn't follow. Just closed my door and walked away in the opposite direction.I walked alone through the hallways.My hands were shaking. I pressed them against my sides, trying to stop the trembling, but it didn't help.Dinner. With him.The routine had become normal over the past

Third Person POVFootsteps approached down the corridor. Two sets. Marco's controlled stride and the sharper tap of a cane against marble.Killian stood at the window of his study, hands clasped behind his back. His reflection stared back from the dark glass. Calm. Composed. Still.The door opened."Boss," Marco said quietly. "She's here."Killian didn't turn around. Didn't move."Leave us."Marco's footsteps retreated. The door closed with a soft click.Silence filled the room like water rising. Heavy. Suffocating.Carmina stood near the door, gripping her cane with both hands. Her breathing was quick. Uneven. Her spine rigid.She was angry. Defensive.Killian could feel it radiating from her. The fury of someone who knew they were in trouble but refused to admit fault.He stared at his reflection in the dark window. At the man in the glass who looked perfectly controlled. Perfectly calm.But his jaw was tight. His hands clasped behind his back were clenched into fists.Carmina had p

The silence was crushing.Carmina stood trembling, staring at Killian.He hadn't denied anything. Hadn't defended himself. Hadn't spoken at all.Just stood there with those cold, dead eyes locked onto her.And that silence shattered something inside her."This stopped being about revenge months ago."The words came out raw. Desperate.Killian's expression didn't change.Carmina's grip tightened on her cane."Everyone can see it," she said, her voice rising. "The staff. The guards. Me. Everyone knows what's happening to you."She took a step closer."This isn't revenge anymore," she said. "This isn't even obsession."Her voice broke on the last word."This is madness."The word hung between them.Heavy. Final.Killian's jaw tightened but he didn't speak.Carmina stared at him, her chest heaving."You're going mad for her," she said. "Not for revenge. Not for your family. For Luna."She used the name deliberately. Like a knife."Luna," she repeated, watching his face. "That's what this

The car pulled through the gates just after sunset.Irina sat in the backseat, her posture perfect, her hands folded in her lap. The mansion came into view through the tinted windows.She was back.The car stopped at the main entrance. The driver opened her door and she stepped out, her heels clicking sharply against the stone.Staff appeared to collect her luggage. They moved quickly. Nervously.The air felt wrong.Irina walked through the main doors and removed her coat, holding it out without looking. Someone took it immediately.She walked through the entrance hall toward the east wing. The corridors were too quiet. Too empty.Something had changed.She reached her room and pushed open the door. Everything was exactly as she'd left it.She set down her bag and walked to the window.A soft knock came at the door."Enter."The door opened. Elena stepped inside, closing it quickly behind her. The girl's hands were twisted together, her face pale.Irina didn't turn around. Just waited