All Chapters of The Silence Of His Vows: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

A girl with bright, curly auburn hair and round wire-rimmed glasses stood by the edge of my desk. She offered a warm, easy smile."Hi," she said brightly. "You're a new student, right? I'm Anya."I stared at her, my throat suddenly dry. I tried to force my vocal cords to work. "Yes," I rasped softly. "I'm Luna.""Nice to meet you, Luna," Anya said, gesturing with her notebook toward the doorway. "My group is heading out to the courtyard. Would you like to have lunch with us?"I froze.My immediate instinct was to say no. To apologize, put my head down, and hide. The thought of sitting with a group of strangers, having to navigate normal conversation, was terrifying. But as I looked at Anya's friendly face, a stubborn spark of defiance flared in my chest.I want to be normal.I swallowed the heavy lump of fear in my throat and gave a small nod. "Okay."Anya’s smile widened. "Awesome. Come on."I followed her out of the crowded building and into the sunny courtyard. A group of three stu

LUNA POVTwo days.Forty-eight hours had passed since I sat in the dining room and stared at his empty chair. Killian had not returned to the estate. He hadn't sent a message, and his heavy, silent presence hadn't appeared in the corner of my bedroom at night.I paced the length of my room, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. I tried to focus on my university textbooks, telling myself to just leave it alone. But the terrible, sinking feeling in my stomach refused to fade. I couldn't do this anymore.I walked out of my bedroom and headed straight down the stairs.I found Marco standing in the main foyer, speaking quietly to one of the guards. When he saw me approaching, he dismissed the man with a flick of his hand and turned to me, his posture stiffening into his usual formal stance."Madam," Marco said, dipping his head."Where is he?" I asked.I didn't waste time with pleasantries. My voice was steady, but my heart was beating fast.Marco paused. A brief flash of hesitation cross

The private VIP hospital suite smelled faintly of bleach and sterile cotton.Killian sat on the edge of the hospital bed, staring blankly out the large glass window at the dark city skyline. He was shirtless, his torso a canvas of dark purple bruises and shallow, healing cuts. A thick layer of white medical gauze was wrapped tightly over his left shoulder, covering the fresh bullet wound.Dr. Ivanov had been explicit. The bullet had missed his collarbone by a fraction of an inch, but his body was completely drained. Weeks of brutal underground fighting, minimal sleep, and sheer physical trauma had left his immune system in ruins. The doctor had ordered him to stay in bed.Killian hadn't listened. He was sitting up, his feet planted on the cold linoleum floor, waiting for the heavy painkillers to wear off so he could walk out of the building.BANG.The heavy wooden door to the suite violently slammed open, hitting the wall with a loud crack.Killian turned his head.Luna stood in the d

A sleek, expensive silver Porsche was parked right in the center of the circular driveway. Maxim leaned casually against the driver's side door. He wore a crisp white shirt and dark jeans, looking completely polished and effortlessly charming. He didn't look like someone who belonged near a Bratva estate, but he didn't seem bothered by the imposing stone walls or the armed men standing by the outer gates either.When he saw me, his bright blue eyes lit up, and that familiar, lazy smile spread across his face."There she is," Maxim teased, pushing himself off the car. He walked around the hood and pulled the passenger door open for me. "I was starting to think the guards were going to throw me in a dungeon if you didn't come out soon."A cold chill washed over my skin at the word dungeon, but I forced a small, nervous smile to hide it. "You shouldn't have driven all the way out here, Maxim. I have a ride.""I know," he said smoothly, resting his arm on the top of the open door. "But my

LUNA POVOne month later.I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, smoothing the fabric of my dark gray coat. I didn't know where I was going today. Marco knocked on my door thirty minutes ago, telling me only that the Pakhan asked me to get dressed.Things shifted over the last month.Killian kept his promise. He stopped going to the underground pits, and he stopped walking into the house with split knuckles and a bruised face. But in doing so, he retreated into the shadows. He watched my life from a distance, making sure I remained safe without ever interfering. He was just waiting.My life outside the estate, however, started to feel real.The nightmares that used to suffocate me faded. My sessions with Dr. Aris helped untangle the heavy knot of fear in my chest. At the university, Maxim, Anya, Lev, and Mila became a genuine part of my daily routine. I ate lunch with them, laughed at their terrible jokes, and talked about things that involved no syndicates or violence.But every time