All Chapters of The Silence Of His Vows: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

I did not know how long we stood in the rain. The cold drops soaked my hair and dripped down my coat, but I stayed buried against his chest, anchored by his solid warmth. Slowly, my breathing steadied. I took a shaky breath and stepped back. The cold air rushed into the space between us. Killian let his arms fall to his sides. Before either of us spoke, a dark figure approached through the gray mist. It was one of Killian’s guards. The man walked up quietly, holding a dozen fresh white roses. I looked at the man, my brow furrowing in confusion. Killian reached out and took four roses from the guard's hands. He gave a single nod, and the man stepped back. He took a few steps past my mother’s resting place. I followed him. Right there, resting in the same quiet section of grass, were four more marble headstones arranged in a neat row. I stepped up beside him and looked down at the names carved into the smooth stone. Nikolai Alatorre. Svetlana Alatorre. Damon Alatorre.

Two hours later, my phone buzzed with a text from Maxim. I slipped into the black heels, grabbed the handbag, and walked downstairs.Maxim waited by his sports car in the circular driveway. When I stepped out the front doors, his blue eyes widened slightly. A genuine, impressed smile crossed his face as he took in the black dress."You look amazing, Luna," Maxim said, opening the passenger door for me."Thank you," I murmured, sliding into the leather seat.We drove into the city as the sun finally set. When we arrived at Neon, Maxim guided us straight to the front of a long line. The moment we stepped through the doors, a wave of heavy bass vibrated straight through my boots. Flashing blue and purple lights swept over a massive, crowded dance floor.I stayed close to Maxim's shoulder as he navigated us through the sea of moving bodies toward a raised VIP booth, where Anya, Mila, and Lev were already sitting."Luna!" Anya shouted over the deafening music, pulling me into a tight hug.

Killian stopped instantly. He dropped the bleeding man and stood up.Luna stared at him. Her eyes were wide, glazed from the alcohol, realizing he was actually here. Killian’s gaze traveled up and down her body, checking every inch of her. He just needed to make sure she was not hurt.Marco pushed through the crowd with the security team, taking control of the unconscious men on the floor.Maxim was still nowhere in sight. Killian looked back down at Luna. She reached out and took his hand, her fingers shaking slightly.Mila stepped forward from the booth. She looked at Killian with peculiar, suspicious eyes. "Who are you?""I know him," Luna said quickly, cutting her off.Mila frowned, her gaze shifting to Luna with deep concern. "Are you hurt somewhere?""No," Luna said quietly. "I am safe."Killian tightened his grip on her hand and led her away from the flashing lights.The car ride back to the esta

Killian held her gaze. He didn't look away, hiding absolutely nothing from her. "Yes." The single word hit Luna hard. A physical shock rippled through her shoulders. The realization that he would have believed her, if he had only stopped his cruelty long enough to ask, seemed to crush the last of her defenses. The heavy emotional crash, combined with the alcohol in her system, finally caught up to her. Her knees buckled slightly, her legs losing the strength to hold her up. Killian moved instantly. He slipped his arms around her waist, catching her before she could fall. She didn't protest. She just let her head drop against his chest, her breathing turning slow and heavy with pure exhaustion. He carried her the short distance to the bed and laid her down gently. He unbuckled her black heels, set them on the floor, and pulled the thick duvet over her shoulders. Leaning down, he pressed his lips gently to her forehead, then pressed a feather-light kiss over her closed left eye, an

KILLIAN — Third Person POVKillian stood in front of the tall mirror in the master bedroom, staring at his own reflection. His jaw was locked tight. He pulled the silk tie around his collar, pulling the knot perfectly into place. He smoothed his hands down the lapels of his dark, immaculate suit.He was putting on his armor.His chest physically ached, a heavy, suffocating pressure pressing down on his ribs. He was a deeply selfish man. Every dark, possessive instinct inside his blood screamed at him to go to her room, lock the door, and never let her leave. He wanted to drop to his knees and beg her to stay. He wanted to hold her until the memory of every tear he caused her faded away.But he knew the truth. If he kept her, there would always be tears in her eyes. The trauma he inflicted on her was too deep. He was a killer. He was her tormentor. If he did not let her go today, he would slowly break her day by day until there was nothing left. For her own happiness, he had to set her