All Chapters of The Silence Of His Vows: Chapter 251 - Chapter 259

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Chapter 250

Killian carried me into the master bathroom. He did not set me down immediately. He walked over to the long marble counter and gently set me down on the edge of the smooth stone, right next to the sink. I crossed my arms tightly over my bare chest, keeping my head bowed so low my chin practically touched my collarbone. Killian did not say a word. He turned his back to me and walked over to the massive, deep Jacuzzi tub in the corner of the room. He turned the heavy silver faucets, letting the hot water fill the basin. He poured a small amount of liquid soap into the running water, creating thick, white bubbles. He walked back over to the counter. He placed his large hands gently on my bare waist, entirely ignoring my crossed arms. "Look at me," Killian instructed softly. I violently shook my head, keeping my eyes glued entirely to the marble floor. I was far too embarrassed. A low, completely dark chuckle vibrated in his chest. The sound was genuine. He lifted me off th

Chapter 251

Killian let out another genuine, deep chuckle. He dropped his hand from my chin."There is nothing to be embarrassed about," Killian stated calmly, leaning his elbow on the table. "You should have told me sooner that I was being a bad husband."I dropped my fork. I brought both of my small hands up, pressing my palms flat over my burning face to hide from his gaze.Killian chuckled again, the sound incredibly rich in the quiet cabin. He stood up from the table, leaving me alone in the dining room to finish my breakfast.When I heard his heavy footsteps fade down the hallway toward his study, I slowly lowered my hands.The heat in my cheeks began to fade, replaced by a cold, terrifying reality.Everything this morning felt normal.It felt like a perfect, functional morning between a normal husband and wife. He had bathed me. He had dressed me. He had teased me at the breakfast table. The absolute terror of my kidnapping was absent from the room.I stared blindly at the wooden table. Wh

Chapter 252

Almost one month had passed since we arrived at the stone cabin.Thirty days of absolute isolation. Thirty days of waking up in a warm bed, entirely devoid of armed guards, strict rules, and suffocating paranoia. Life had actually started to feel real. I was no longer just a prisoner trapped in a massive mansion. I was reading by the fire. I was gardening. I was slowly surrendering to the dark, violent man who cooked my meals and held me tight every single night.But reality was a brutal, unforgiving thing."We are leaving in two days, Doll," Killian had told me at breakfast that morning.The words had shattered the fragile, beautiful bubble we had built. My heart sank heavily into my stomach. I did not want to leave. I did not want to go back to the heavily guarded Alatorre estate, back to the cold marble floors and the terrifying syndicate politics. I wanted to stay in the forest forever.To distract me from the heavy shift in my mood,

Chapter 253

The bark of the pine tree directly in front of my face completely exploded. Sharp splinters of wood flew outward, scratching against my cheek."Get down," Killian roared.I hit the freezing, wet ground hard. The air was completely knocked out of my lungs. Another gunshot echoed through the trees, the bullet tearing through the empty space where Killian’s chest had been just a second ago.Killian practically threw his massive body entirely over mine. He dragged me roughly behind the thick trunk of an ancient oak tree, completely shielding me from the distant tree line with his own back. He reached around to the waistband of his tactical pants and drew his heavy black pistol in one fluid, completely lethal motion.My entire body began to shake violently.The loud, chaotic sound of automatic gunfire erupted from the dense brush on the opposite side of the lake. Bullets slammed brutally into the dirt and the tree trunks surrounding us. Clumps

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I kept running until the trees finally began to thin out. The stone cabin came into view through the fog.Suddenly, a massive figure stepped out from behind a thick pine tree, completely blocking my path to the front porch.The man wore a dark tactical vest and a black ski mask. He raised an assault rifle, pointing the black barrel directly at my chest.I froze. My heart stalled entirely in my chest. The metal barrel stared back at me like a hollow, black eye.If anyone steps in your path, you aim for the chest and you pull the trigger.Killian’s dark, commanding voice echoed loudly in my terrified brain.I did not think. I did not hesitate. I raised the small black pistol with both of my trembling hands. I squeezed the trigger exactly the way Killian had taught me in the field.The gun bucked violently in my grip. A loud crack shattered the freezing air.The masked man grunted heavily. He dropped his rifle, clutching the center of his chest as dark blood blossomed entirely over his v

Chapter 255

I tried to drag his massive frame toward the leather sofa, but he was entirely too heavy. He slid down against the edge of the mahogany desk, his back hitting the wood with a heavy thud. He slumped against the floor, his breathing incredibly shallow and wet.Panic hijacked my brain. I dropped to my knees beside him."Hold on," I cried frantically. "Hold on."I scrambled to my feet and ran toward the wooden cabinets lining the study wall. I ripped the drawers open, frantically throwing papers and files onto the floor. I was looking for bandages. I was looking for a first aid kit. There was absolutely nothing. The drawers were completely empty of medical supplies.I turned back around. A massive pool of dark blood was already forming on the expensive rug beneath Killian's shoulder.I ran back to him and dropped to my knees. I grabbed the hem of my thick wool sweater. I ripped the heavy fabric entirely over my head, leaving myself in just my thin cotton undershirt. I bundled the thick sw

Chapter 256

The deafening sound of the helicopter rotors died down as we touched down on the private helipad at the Alatorre estate.Before the landing gear even fully settled against the concrete, the cabin doors were ripped open. A team of syndicate medics, led by an older, stern-faced doctor, rushed the aircraft. They grabbed the canvas stretcher.Killian was unconscious. His skin was unnervingly pale, the massive blood loss draining the terrifying, dominant life from his features. Yet, his thick, blood-soaked fingers were still locked in a death grip around my small hand."Move him!" the doctor shouted over the dying wind of the rotors.They hoisted the stretcher. I stumbled forward, forced to follow the movement because his grip on my wrist was unbreakable. I ran alongside the rushing medics, my bare feet hitting the freezing concrete."Madam," Marco said, his voice strained. He stepped directly behind me, his rough hands reaching over to pry Killian’s thick, bloody fingers off my wrist one

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"My nephew is lying on an operating table because of you," Carmina screamed, her voice bouncing off the marble walls. "I told him you were a curse! You are a bad omen. He lost his mind the day he brought the enemy's daughter into this house. He never gets hurt like this. He has never fallen. And now he is bleeding out because he blinded himself with you!"The vicious, toxic words washed over me. I did not react. I did not defend myself. She was right. Killian had stepped into a hail of bullets to save my life. He had sacrificed his own body to shield the daughter of the man he hated. I was a curse.Carmina’s eyes flared with disgust at my blank expression. She raised her hand high to strike me again."Enough," a dark, heavy voice echoed down the hall.Marco stepped directly between me and Carmina. His massive frame blocked her path entirely. He crossed his arms over his thick chest, staring down at the older woman with absolute, cold authority."Step aside, Marco," Carmina spat, her e

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"He lost a massive amount of blood. But the artery was missed. He is out of danger. He is heavily sedated and currently sleeping."A sigh of relief left my lips. My shoulders dropped. The heavy, agonizing weight lifted from my chest. He was alive.Marco let out a long breath. He looked down at me."Madam," Marco instructed firmly. "He is safe. Now you must go change."I slowly nodded. I forced my shaking legs to stand. I walked upstairs to the master bedroom like a ghost. I stepped into the hot shower, watching numbly as the water ran dark red down the drain. My hands shook violently as I scrubbed the thick, dried blood off my skin. The terrifying image of his bloody hand gripping mine refused to leave my mind.I pulled on a dry set of gray sweatpants and a thick sweater. I lay down, but sleep would not come. The massive, empty bed terrified me.I gave up trying to rest. I walked back downstairs and headed directly back toward the medical wing.Carmina was standing outside his room. W

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