The Silence Of His Vows のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Killian POV:The mansion was silent when I returned.Three days away had felt like three weeks. Business in Moscow—territories shifting, alliances crumbling, power vacuums that needed filling before someone else did. The kind of work that required my physical presence, not a phone call.I walked through the main entrance, pulling off my coat and handing it to the staff member who appeared immediately. She took it without meeting my eyes and disappeared.I headed straight to my study.Marco was already there, standing by the window with a tablet in his hand. He turned when I entered.“Boss.”I walked to the desk and sat down, loosening my tie. “Report.”Marco approached, setting the tablet on the desk. “Merotti is handled.”I looked up. “How long?”“Four hours. He was still alive when we started the message delivery.”“And Dario?”“Received the package this morning. Along with the note.” Marco’s expression didn’t change. “He hasn’t attempted contact since.”Good.“What else?” I asked.

The knock came just after sunset. One of the kitchen maids stood at my door, her face carefully blank."You're needed in the kitchen."I followed her down the corridor, my bare feet silent against the cold marble. The air felt heavier than usual, pressing down on my shoulders with each step.The kitchen was hot when I entered, loud with the clatter of pots and the sharp voices of staff preparing the evening meal. The head cook gestured toward a tray on the counter without looking at me, and I understood immediately what she meant.Dinner.My hands were already shaking before I even touched the tray. Grilled chicken with roasted vegetables, a bowl of soup, fresh bread still warm enough that I could smell the yeast rising off it.I picked up the tray with both hands, gripping the edges to keep it steady. The dishes rattled softly despite my best efforts, and I could feel my pulse hammering in my throat as I carried it through the empty corridor.The dining room doors were open when I re

The light outside had faded to gray when the knock came.I was still sitting in the chair by the window. I'd been there for hours. My lunch tray sat on the table, pushed to the side. The food was cold now. Untouched. I hadn't had the energy to eat it.My cheek throbbed. A constant, dull pulse that I'd stopped noticing until I moved my jaw or touched it accidentally.The knock came again. Sharper this time.I stood up slowly, my legs stiff from sitting too long.The door opened. One of the older maids stood there, the same woman who'd brought my breakfast tray this morning."Dining room," she said quietly. "Dinner."My stomach dropped.I nodded.She stepped aside and I walked past her into the corridor. She didn't follow. Just closed my door and walked away in the opposite direction.I walked alone through the hallways.My hands were shaking. I pressed them against my sides, trying to stop the trembling, but it didn't help.Dinner. With him.The routine had become normal over the past

Third Person POV:Footsteps approached down the corridor. Two sets. Marco's controlled stride and the sharper tap of a cane against marble.Killian stood at the window of his study, hands clasped behind his back. His reflection stared back from the dark glass. Calm. Composed. Still.The door opened."Boss," Marco said quietly. "She's here."Killian didn't turn around. Didn't move."Leave us."Marco's footsteps retreated. The door closed with a soft click.Silence filled the room like water rising. Heavy. Suffocating.Carmina stood near the door, gripping her cane with both hands. Her breathing was quick. Uneven. Her spine rigid.She was angry. Defensive.Killian could feel it radiating from her. The fury of someone who knew they were in trouble but refused to admit fault.He stared at his reflection in the dark window. At the man in the glass who looked perfectly controlled. Perfectly calm.But his jaw was tight. His hands clasped behind his back were clenched into fists.Carmina had

The silence was crushing.Carmina stood trembling, staring at Killian.He hadn't denied anything. Hadn't defended himself. Hadn't spoken at all.Just stood there with those cold, dead eyes locked onto her.And that silence shattered something inside her."This stopped being about revenge months ago."The words came out raw. Desperate.Killian's expression didn't change.Carmina's grip tightened on her cane."Everyone can see it," she said, her voice rising. "The staff. The guards. Me. Everyone knows what's happening to you."She took a step closer."This isn't revenge anymore," she said. "This isn't even obsession."Her voice broke on the last word."This is madness."The word hung between them.Heavy. Final.Killian's jaw tightened but he didn't speak.Carmina stared at him, her chest heaving."You're going mad for her," she said. "Not for revenge. Not for your family. For Luna."She used the name deliberately. Like a knife."Luna," she repeated, watching his face. "That's what this