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All Chapters of The Silence Of His Vows: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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Chapter 160

Killian stood in the doorway of the broken hut and let the rain drip from his hair onto the rotting floorboards. The grey dawn light behind him cut through the holes in the roof and fell across the small, curled shape in the corner. She looked even smaller than he remembered. Soaked clothes clung to her like a second skin. Blood streaked her knees in dark, dried lines. A fresh cut across her forehead had matted her hair. Her left ankle was swollen, thick and purple, the skin stretched tight above the ruined shoe. Her whole body shook with hard, uncontrollable tremors that rattled her shoulders against the wood.His jaw clenched once, hard enough that the muscle jumped. The violence simmering under his skin wanted to tear the entire forest apart for letting her get this far. But his face stayed calm. Controlled. He had learned a long time ago that rage was more useful when it stayed quiet.He moved slowly, lowering himself to one knee beside her the way a man might

Chapter 161

Marco opened the back door. Killian slid inside still holding her and settled her across his lap instead of letting her sit on the seat. His arms locked around her immediately—one around her waist, the other across her thighs—holding her tight against his chest. The door shut with a solid click. The engine rumbled to life. Marco took the front passenger seat and said nothing the entire drive. The right-hand man had seen a lot over the years, but even he kept his eyes forward now, giving them the silence they needed.The SUV picked its way slowly along the rough forest track. Rain lashed the windows in sheets. Killian stared down at the top of her head, feeling the faint warmth of her breath against his collar. Her body still shook under his coat, but the tremors were slower now, exhaustion winning out. He kept one hand on the back of her head, fingers threaded gently through her damp hair, holding her exactly where she belonged. Against him. In his arms. Where she had alway

Chapter 162

The heavy wooden door clicked shut.The brass lock slid into place with a sharp, metallic snap that echoed through the massive bedroom.Killian stood near the entrance. The space smelled of rain, wet earth, and the faint trace of old woodsmoke. A single lamp burned on the corner desk, casting long yellow shadows across the floorboards.Luna lay exactly where he had placed her. She was swallowed by the center of the giant mattress. His black wool coat covered her to her chin, but it did not stop the cold. Rainwater dripped from her matted hair, soaking into the grey silk sheets.She stared straight up at the ceiling. Her chest moved in fast, shallow jerks. Violent tremors rattled her jaw, her teeth clicking together in the quiet room. She made no other sound.Killian walked into the adjoining bathroom. The tile floor echoed under his boots. He returned moments later carrying a glass basin of steaming water, thick white towels, and a metal medical box.He dragged a heavy leather armchai

Chapter 163

Luna swallowed hard. The sharp movement was visible in her pale throat. She pulled her hands entirely under the quilt and curled her knees tighter toward her stomach. She refused to look at him. Killian waited. He counted the seconds in his head. Ten. Twenty. His jaw tightened. The control he was holding onto began to fracture. "Who helped you." More silence. Only the sound of the rain drumming against the thick glass. He stood up abruptly. He walked across the wide room, his heavy boots leaving wet prints on the rug. He stopped at the mahogany desk, ripped the top drawer open, and pulled out a cream-colored notepad and a black ink pen. He slammed the drawer shut with his hip. He walked back to the bed. He tossed the notepad onto the mattress near her waist. He dropped the pen on top of it. "Write it." The order was absolute. Luna slowly turned her head. She looked down at the notepad. Then she looked at the pen. She did not reach for it. She did not slide her hand out from

Chapter 164

The red handprint burned across Killian’s pale jaw.For one agonizing second, neither of them moved. The rain lashed against the windows. Luna’s chest heaved. Her hands shook violently in the space between them. She stared into his entirely black eyes, the paralyzing reality of what she had just done sinking into her bones.Then the silence broke.Killian lunged forward.Luna scrambled backward, kicking out wildly, but there was nowhere to go. His left hand shot out and clamped around both of her narrow wrists. He jerked her arms up over her head and slammed them flat against the mattress, pinning her down with crushing force.She thrashed. She twisted her hips and kicked her good leg against his side. Her swollen ankle hit the mattress, sending a shockwave of pain up her calf, but she didn’t stop fighting. Tears spilled over her eyelashes, streaming down her pale cheeks in hot, wet lines.Killian didn’t care.His right hand grabbed the collar of her ruined, damp shirt. He curled his

Chapter 165

The scream hung in the freezing air of the bedroom. It echoed off the high plaster ceiling and the dark wood panels, a broken, jagged sound of pure panic that tore through the heavy silence.Killian did not move.His entire massive frame turned to stone over her. The violent, driving rhythm of his hips stopped instantly. The brutal grip of his right hand went slack against her throat. His left hand, which had been pinning both of her wrists above her head with crushing force, loosened just enough for her pale, shaking fingers to slip free.Luna kept screaming.Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face flushed red and streaked with hot tears. She thrashed underneath his weight, kicking blindly, completely lost in the sheer, overwhelming terror of the assault. She didn't realize what she was doing. She didn't realize the sound was coming from her own throat. The trauma had simply overwhelmed the mental dam she had built at six years old, and her voice had broken through.Killian stared down

Chapter 166

The light woke me first.It was sharp and white, cutting through my closed eyelids. I tried to turn my head away from it, but the movement sent a blinding spike of pain straight through my skull. My head hammered like it was going to crack open.I stopped moving. I lay perfectly still and just tried to breathe.My whole body felt like shattered glass. Every muscle burned. My skin stung from dozens of tiny cuts, and my left leg throbbed with a heavy, sickening pulse that seemed to beat in time with my heart.I slowly opened my eyes.The ceiling was high, lined with intricate white plaster. I wasn't in the damp, rotting hut. I wasn't in my old, locked room in the east wing. I was buried in the center of a massive bed, wrapped in a thick winter quilt, resting on grey silk sheets.Memory rushed back in a violent, fragmented wave.The freezing rain. The dogs. The heavy wooden door of the hut scraping open. The metal shears cutting my jeans. The searing burn of iodine.Then, the slap.My ri

Chapter 167

He didn't hit me. His large arms slid under my knees and around my back. He lifted me off the floor with effortless ease. His jaw was locked tight. His gray eyes were entirely cold, but there was something completely new shifting behind them—an obsessive, manic intensity that I didn't recognize and couldn't understand. He carried me out of the bathroom and set me gently on the edge of the mattress. He pulled a phone from his pocket. He didn't look away from my face. "Send them in," he ordered, then hung up. Thirty seconds later, the heavy bedroom doors opened. Three people walked in. One older man carrying a medical bag, and two younger assistants. "Check her," Killian said. He stepped back, giving them space, but he did not leave the room. He stood by the window, his arms crossed over his chest, watching every single movement. The doctors moved in quickly. They were efficient and entirely silent. They checked the wrapping on my ankle. They examined the cuts on my arms and

Chapter 168

Seven days. I had been locked in this bedroom for exactly seven days. I counted the passage of time by the way the pale winter light shifted across the hardwood floorboards and disappeared behind the heavy curtains. Seven days had passed since the freezing rain. Seven days since his weight crushed me into the mattress, and the raw, agonizing scream tore out of my own throat. The sound proved my voice was not dead. It was alive, and the realization terrified me so deeply I had not made another sound since.I sat on the edge of the large bed. I looked down at my left leg. It was encased in a thick, rigid medical cast from just below my knee down to my toes. The doctor had wrapped it tightly 5 days ago, warning me that the deep tissue damage and the hairline fractures in my ankle required absolute stillness. I could not put weight on my heel. Whenever I needed to cross the room, I had to drag the heavy plaster, limping awkwardly and leaning heavily on the furniture.A

Chapter 169

Killian stood directly in front of her.His suit jacket was gone. The sleeves of his crisp white shirt were rolled up past his elbows, exposing the thick cords of muscle in his forearms. He looked massive in the cramped space. He looked like a beast completely off his leash, radiating a quiet, lethal danger that sucked all the oxygen out of the room.When Marco closed the door behind me, Killian turned his head. His grey eyes locked onto mine. I did not know what was in his mind. His face was entirely unreadable. His eyes were completely dead, empty of everything except a calculated violence that made my blood run cold.I shrank back, my shoulders hitting the cold metal of the door behind me.Killian turned his attention back to Irina. He took a slow step closer to her.Irina lifted her head. She saw me standing by the door. Fresh tears spilled from her eyes, cutting tracks through the blood on her cheeks."Luna," Irina cried out

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