All Chapters of The Silence Of His Vows: Chapter 321 - Chapter 328

The heavy, sickening crack of a neck snapping echoed over the roar of the underground crowd.Killian didn't step back. He stood over the massive Russian fighter, his chest heaving, sweat and blood dripping from his dark hair. The man at his feet twitched once, and then his body went completely slack against the chain-link floor.It was a death match. The only kind of fight Killian had sought out for the past three months. No referees, no bells, no submissions. Only one man walked out of the cage alive.The crowd screamed, a chaotic mix of money exchanging hands and raw, bloodthirsty adrenaline, but Killian didn't hear any of it. He looked down at his taped knuckles. They were split open, the white fabric soaked in dark crimson. The sharp, biting physical pain burned through his nerves. It was the only thing that managed to temporarily quiet the deafening noise in his head.Killian ducked through the metal doors of the cage and walked down the damp concrete corridor toward the locker r

LUNA POVMy fork hit the porcelain plate with a loud clatter.The sharp sound echoed across the long mahogany table, but it didn't even slow him down. The heavy thud of his boots just kept moving against the hardwood floor.He was leaving. After hiding from me for three entire months, he had sat at my table, eaten his food in absolute silence, and was now just walking away again.I sat there for a few seconds, staring at his empty chair. My chest rose and fell. The suffocating weight of the last four months—the weeks of cold isolation before the fire, the agonizing night he left for Italy, the sheer terror in that drawing-room—boiled up into my throat all at once.Something inside me finally snapped.I pushed my chair back. The wood scraped harshly against the floor."Killian."My voice came out sharp, cutting through the quiet dining room.His boots stopped. He froze in the archway, but he didn't turn around. His broad back just faced me, completely unmoving.I took a shaky step towa

LUNA POVI pulled the soft cream cardigan over my shoulders, my fingers stiff as I pushed the buttons through the holes.I looked at my reflection in the bedroom mirror, but my mind wasn't really there. I was stuck exactly where I had been for the last forty-eight hours.Two days.It had been two days since I broke down in the living room. I remembered curling into a tight ball on the sofa, sobbing until my throat was completely raw. Killian’s heavy footsteps had faded down the hall, leaving me alone with the crushing weight of his confession. I will never ask for your forgiveness. I don't deserve it. I had cried until my exhausted body simply shut down, pulling me into a dark, heavy sleep right there on the cushions.But when I opened my eyes the next morning, I wasn't on the sofa.I was tucked into my own bed. The heavy duvet was pulled up to my chin, and my head was resting on the soft pillows. The faint, sharp scent of his cologne lingered in the air.He had carried me up the stai

The damp, freezing air of the underground cellar reeked of copper and raw fear.Killian stood in the center of the concrete room. He was wearing a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, dark trousers, and heavy boots.A few feet in front of him, Dario Vitiello was suspended from the ceiling by heavy iron chains.The once-powerful Italian Don was completely unrecognizable. His body was a ruined, bloody mess of flayed skin and broken bones. His tailored clothes had been ripped away days ago. Every single one of his fingernails had been meticulously pulled out with the exact same pliers he had used on Luna.He was hanging on the absolute edge of death, his breathing a wet, jagged rattle.Killian picked up a heavy, steel-tipped whip from the metal table."You think..." Dario gasped, his head lolling to the side as he struggled to look at the Pakhan through a swollen, bruised eye. He spat a mouthful of blood onto the concrete. "You think you are... a savior?"K