Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Silence Of His Vows: Kabanata 261 - Kabanata 270

Before he could press the issue, the heavy wooden doors of the medical suite swung open. The head doctor rushed into the room, followed closely by Marco and two nurses.Killian was forced to release my wrist as the medical staff surrounded the bed. I took a step back, wrapping my arms around my chest as the doctor checked his vitals, adjusted the IV fluids, and carefully inspected the thick white bandages wrapping his massive right shoulder."Your blood pressure is stabilizing, Boss," the doctor said, his tone highly respectful and cautious. "The surgery was successful, but you lost a dangerous amount of blood. You need plenty of rest. No movement. No stress."Killian ignored the doctor. His dark eyes remained fixed on me standing in the corner of the room.The heavy click of expensive heels suddenly echoed from the hallway.The doors pushed open, and Carmina walked into the room. She wore a sharp, dark suit, her posture rigid and demanding. Her dark eyes immediately locked onto me, h

Killian’s chest rose and fell with a heavy, strained breath. The painkillers pumped relentlessly through his IV lines, but his mind fought the sedatives, refusing to let the darkness drag him under. Luna was curled tightly into the stiff hospital chair beside his bed. Her eyes were bloodshot, her skin incredibly pale against the dark fabric of her oversized sweater. Her small, trembling hand was locked securely around his good one. "Have you eaten anything today, Doll," Killian asked. His voice was a low, rough murmur, deliberately softened so it would not jar her exhausted nerves. Luna slowly shook her head, her gaze dropping to the white sheets. Killian shifted his weight against the pillows, biting back a harsh grimace as his shattered collarbone throbbed in protest. "Go upstairs to the bedroom," Killian instructed quietly. "I am sending Marco with food. He will stand guard outside the door while you eat and sleep." She shook her head instantly. Her fingers tightened fiercely

Two entire weeks had passed since the ambush at the lake.The heavy, suffocating panic that had gripped the Alatorre estate in the immediate aftermath of the shooting had slowly settled into a dark, grim routine. The heavily guarded mansion was practically a fortress. Syndicate soldiers patrolled the hallways at all hours, and the tension outside our door was incredibly thick.But inside the master bedroom, the only war being fought was between a stubborn, recovering mafia boss and his wife."I have syndicate business to handle, Doll," Killian grunted, his deep voice carrying a rough edge of deep irritation. "I am not an invalid. I need my laptop."I stood beside the massive mattress, holding a small porcelain basin filled with warm, soapy water. I ignored his harsh tone."The doctor said absolutely no working," I replied softly, my raspy voice steady.I still only spoke to him. Despite everything that had happened, nobody else in the estate knew I possessed a voice. I did not want an

The tiny metal tab of my zipper dug sharply into the pads of my fingers.I stood in front of the massive mirror in the master bedroom, my arms angled awkwardly behind my back. The track of my emerald green evening gown was entirely stuck right at the curve of my lower spine. I tugged upward, but the cold teeth refused to budge.I dropped my hands with a quiet sigh. I looked at my reflection. The heavy, custom-made silk pooled beautifully around my bare feet, and a long, elegant slit ran up the left leg. The rich green was an exact match to my eyes.I smoothed my hands over the front of the skirt. My life has taken a completely different turn over the past few weeks. Killian had fully healed from his gunshot wound, leaving only the thick, jagged scar on his shoulder as proof of the violence. But his recovery had brought a massive shift. The invisible, suffocating cage around me had disappeared.I was no longer a prisoner surviving day by day inside the Alatorre estate. I was running th

I walked over to the circular table where the underboss wives were gathered. Elena, a blonde woman I had met weeks ago, smiled warmly as I approached."You look absolutely gorgeous," Elena said, her eyes dropping to my chest. "And that necklace... my god. That is from the new rare collection. It's stunning.""It really is," another woman added, leaning in. "And your dress is perfect. You are so lucky. I have known Pakhan for years, and I have never seen him look at a woman the way he looks at you. He looks entirely lovesick."A furious blush rushed straight into my cheeks. I looked down at the table, my face burning hot."Look, she's blushing!" Elena teased gently. "You two are gorgeous together."I picked up a tall glass of fruit juice from the table, hiding my smile behind the rim as I took a long drink.Elena continued talking, pointing out the flower arrangements, but a few minutes later, her words started to sound muffled.A strange, heavy heat pooled directly in my stomach. The