All Chapters of The Silence Of His Vows: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

I sat rigid on the edge of the leather chair. Killian stood directly beside me, his hands in his pockets, his sheer size and lethal presence making the older doctor visibly sweat.The examination was incredibly invasive. The doctor used a thin, flexible scope to look down the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, my eyes watering, but Killian’s dark, unyielding stare kept me pinned to the chair until it was over.The doctor pulled the scope out and looked nervously at Killian."The vocal cords were dormant for over a decade," the doctor explained, his voice tight. "Because she did not speak for thirteen years, the muscles and tissues were completely unused. The sudden, extreme force of screaming has caused deep micro-tears and severe inflammation across the vocal folds."The doctor swallowed hard. "She cannot put any more pressure on it. If she forces her voice or screams again while the tissue is this raw, the damage could become permanent."Killian’s jaw locked. He stared down at me

I had barely seen Killian in seven days. He left the mansion before dawn and returned long after I had already surrendered to the heavy, unnatural pull of sleep. The only proof that he even existed in this house was the nocturnal haunting of his presence in the dead of night.I would be dragged out of a deep, dreamless sleep by the sudden dip of the mattress. The smell of cold night air, smoke, and his dark cologne would invade my senses. The burning heat of his massive body would slide into the bed behind me. His thick arm would wrap around my waist like a steel band, pulling my back entirely flush against his chest. I would feel his face bury into the crook of my neck, his rough stubble scratching my skin as he pressed hot, lingering kisses against the fading bruises he had left on my throat.I never fought him. I didn't have the strength. I would just lie there, frozen in his suffocating, possessive grip, until the heavy lethargy pulled me back under.I slowly pushed myself up from

Killian stared at him. The words seemed to hang in the freezing air between them."It presents like heavy metal exposure or a slow-acting synthetic compound," the doctor explained quickly, his hands shaking slightly as he opened a plastic package to draw blood. "It mimics severe fatigue and lethargy while it slowly attacks the central nervous system. I need to take this sample to the lab immediately to identify the exact toxin, but we have to stabilize her right now. Her organs are beginning to struggle."Killian slowly turned his head. His pale gray eyes locked onto the motionless body lying in his bed.His wife.Someone inside his house, inside his heavily guarded fortress, had been quietly poisoning his wife every single day while he was away. Someone had slipped a lethal dose into her daily routine—her water, her meals, her medicine.A cold, absolute stillness settled over Killian’s body. It was far more dangerous than anger. It was t

Four more days. The words echoed inside Killian's skull. If he had stayed away at the docks for just four more days, he would have come home to a dead wife. A cold, absolute darkness washed over his vision. The violent beast chained inside his ribs thrashed wildly, demanding blood. Someone in his house had smiled at her, served her food, and watched her slowly wither away right in front of them. Killian did not say a single word. He just stared at her pale, bloodless lips. The doctor recognized the sheer, lethal danger radiating off the man. He quickly backed away from the bed, collected his empty medical supplies, and bolted out the door. The room fell back into the rhythmic, mechanical silence of the machines. Ten minutes later, the heavy door opened again. Marco walked inside. He did not carry a weapon in his hand. He carried a small white ceramic cup. Marco walked directly to the small wooden table beside the armchair and set the cup down. The bitter smell of black

The word dropped into my stomach like a heavy stone.Poisoned.My breathing hitched. The plastic oxygen mask fogged up instantly with my rapid, shallow breaths.How.My mind scrambled blindly through the hazy memories. I had not left this bedroom in a week. I had not spoken to anyone. I ate the food the maids brought on the silver trays. I drank the bottled water on the bedside table. I took the thick cough syrup the doctor gave me. I swallowed the small white pills the maid said were pregnancy supplements.A cold, absolute terror seized my chest. Someone had walked right into this room, smiled at me, and fed me something that almost stopped my heart. I felt violently sick to my stomach. I was entirely trapped in a house where someone wanted me dead.I turned my head sharply to look at Killian.His face was an unreadable mask of solid stone. He saw the sheer panic flood into my green eyes. He watched my chest heave under