Todos los capítulos de DARK BOND : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

THREE DAYS OF SILENCE For three days, silence filled the estate. Kyrian hadn’t spoken a single word to Lorenzo since their argument. He didn’t speak at breakfast. He didn’t speak at dinner. When Lorenzo tried to start a conversation, Kyrian simply walked away. When Lorenzo knocked on his bedroom door, Kyrian refused to answer. Even when his phone buzzed with texts from his husband, Kyrian deleted them without reading. It wasn’t a game; he just had nothing left to say. Dr. Lindgren was still staying at the estate, trying to check on Kyrian every day. Kyrian ignored him, too. Whenever the doctor said, "Just hear me out," Kyrian would put on his headphones and turn the music up loud. Isabella tried a gentler approach. "We are just worried about you, Kyrian," she said softly. Kyrian thanked her politely, but he immediately left the room. The only person he tolerated was Matteo. Mostly because Matteo didn't push him. "Still not talking to him?" Matteo asked on the third day. They

Lorenzo didn't speak to him when they got back to the estate. Just walked Kyrian up to his room. Stood in the doorway while Kyrian went inside. "One week," Lorenzo said. "Don't test me." Then he closed the door. Kyrian heard the lock click from the outside. He was actually locked in. He stood there for a moment. Just staring at the door. Then he threw his bag across the room. "Fuck" It hit the wall. His clothes spilled everywhere. He sat on the bed. Put his head in his hands. He'd been so close. HOURS LATER. Kyrian woke up feeling wrong. His throat was dry. His head pounding. He tried to sit up. The room spun. Something was off. His body felt heavy. Like he was fighting something. He knew this feeling. He'd had it twice before in his life. Both times ended badly. No. He was fine. Just tired. Just stressed. He lay back down. But his chest felt tight. His skin too hot. And that smell. Pheromones. Everywhere. Making him sick. 8:30 AM Marina came with breakfas

Kyrian woke up slowly. Everything felt heavy. His body hurt. His eyes felt heavy too. He heard voices. They sounded familiar. "His heart is going faster-" "Rian? Baby, can you hear me?" Mom. He tried to open his eyes. The light was too bright. It hurt. "Turn down the lights," someone said. Maybe the doctor. The room got darker. Kyrian opened his eyes all the way. He saw his mom's face. She was crying. "Mama," he whispered. His throat felt dry and scratchy. "Oh thank god." She grabbed his hand and held it tight. "Thank god." His dad was on the other side. "How do you feel?" "Tired." It hurt to talk. "Thirsty." Dr. Lindgren brought water. He helped Kyrian drink with a straw. "You really scared us," the doctor said. "How is the breathing? Any pain?" "Just tired. My whole body is tired." "That is normal. Your body went through a lot." Ivan came closer. "You have been asleep for eight hours." Eight hours. Kyrian looked around. He was still in the spe

Lorenzo sat in his study. Dante stood by the window, reading through the agreement for the third time. Matteo sat in the leather chair to the left. Vincenzo in the one on the right. The only sound was the ticking clock and Dante turning pages. Lorenzo was staring at the wall. Jaw tight. "There's no way out, Lorenzo," Dante said finally. Set the papers down. "He's got you in a corner." "No." Lorenzo's voice was calm. Cold. "He thinks he does." Matteo looked up. "What?" "He thinks this agreement gives him power." Lorenzo leaned back in his chair. "But he's forgotten something." "What?" Dante asked carefully. "I'm not the same person I was three weeks ago." Lorenzo's eyes were hard. "I've learned." Vincenzo studied his son. "Learned what?" "That Kyrian doesn't respond to force. Doesn't break under control." Lorenzo tapped the papers. "So I'll give him exactly what he's asking for." "You're going to sign it?" Matteo sounded surprised. "Yes." "All of it? Separate rooms, comp

6:00 AM The bonding room was smaller than Kyrian remembered from the diagram. Twelve by twelve feet. White walls. One hospital bed. One chair. Small bathroom in the corner. Cameras in every corner. A speaker by the door. A medical port in the wall for passing supplies. That was it. His prison for three days. Kyrian sat on the edge of the bed. He was already in a hospital gown. IV port in his arm but not connected yet. The monitoring bracelet was cold against his wrist. Dr. Lindgren stood by the door with a tablet. Lorenzo was by the window. Still in his regular clothes—dark pants, black shirt. Looking calm. Like this was just another day. "Alright," Dr. Lindgren said. "Final vitals check before we seal the room." He came to Kyrian first. Checked his blood pressure. Temperature. Oxygen levels. "Heart rate is elevated. That's normal. You're nervous." "I'm terrified," Kyrian corrected. "Also normal." Dr. Lindgren made notes on the tablet. "Try to stay calm. Panic makes e