Shadows of the Vow
All Annabelle Gracia wanted was a quiet life. But after losing Mama—the only mother she knew, she poured herself into running their flower shop (the legacy Mama left behind), selling flowers and wrapping them into powerful portrait designs and around her aching heart.
Sold into an arranged marriage to Antonioni D’Angélo, a ruthless billionaire mafia king known as “The Shadow King” A man who sees love as a weakness and betrayal as inevitable.
Now, Annabelle is the price of a deadly deal, thrown into a world of power and shadows. She becomes a pawn in a dangerous game of secrets and betrayal all because of her father's accumulated debts from gambling, causing her to be trapped in a world of danger.
But then, amidst Antonioni's ruthlessness, lies a feeling he has for Annabelle that he fought hard to control.
Antonioni didn’t expect Annabelle’s fire, her defiance, or the way her quiet strength drew him in.
Their nights are an intoxicating mix of pain, raw pleasure, and control. Yet, in her innocence and softness, she tries to shield herself from his cruelty. Antonioni finds something he thought the world had beaten out of him long ago—hope.
As enemies and hurt close in from all sides—old rivals, betrayals, and hidden threats, Annabelle becomes more than a pawn in Antonioni’s world; she becomes his unexpected ally, and her courage steadies him. In protecting her, he learns how to protect himself from the deadly shadows within.
Together, they must navigate a battlefield of purpose, blood and trust. Each battle forges them into something stronger.
And when the truth about her past threatens to burn everything down, he must choose—will he cling to the darkness he's known forever? Or fight for the one he never deserved?
Find out in the story.
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Eight Bloodstains on The HorizonLorenzo's POVThe air in the bunker stank of sweat, metal, and men pretending to be gods.One by one, the Vipers filed in, tossing their weapons on the table like it was a game of chess played with blades instead of bishops.“Gentlemen,” I said, standing at the head of the curved table. “We go to Istanbul in two nights. Pack light. We’re not going sightseeing.”“Also, make available a van or two to load the pillows. Those drugs must not see the light of the day.” I added“Noted boss. But boss, are we sure this Luca guy's solid with us?” Scales asked, twirling his butterfly knife with the sort of reckless grace that belonged to serial killers and circus acts.I nodded. “Luca’s the one. He used to move weapons for Antonioni. He's done pretending.”Felix laughed. “So we’re buying Antonioni’s bloodline from one of his own sons?”“Not a son,” I corrected, sliding a folder across the table. “An ex-slave.”Felix is my cousin. He may be chatty and talkative but trust me, he knows business.I
Last Updated: 2025-11-20
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Seven We'd Protect What We've Got Together Antonioni's POV It's been a few days now since my wedding with Annabelle… Meanwhile, as I sat in my study drafting personal plans on how best we can confront Lorenzo in Istanbul, and make it a showbiz for him, I remembered what had happened between Party Mama and I, that night before my wedding.That faithful day, after meeting with my right hands and having told them about my plans to wed Annabelle the next day, evening had bled into night like someone dragging a dirty brush across the sky. I’d barely stepped out of the south wing when I heard her calling.“Antonioni.”My mother’s voice. Soft. Warm. Hopeful.I turned. Patty Mama stood there, tied up in silk and perfume, looking like she was forty years younger and expecting something magical to happen.And then she said it again…what she’d told me earlier in the day.“My lover is coming tonight. I want this house to give him a warm welcome.”For a second, I almost laughed. Or screamed. I’m not sure which.The villa had been crawling
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Six Oppression Arising Annabelle's POVThis particular morning was colder than usual.I never get to meet him in bed and I am already used to it.I stumbled forward as I jerked out of bed, almost hitting the ground.Gosh! I overslept.The time was 8:03Anna must be waiting for me in the kitchen. We've seriously been inclined to her teaching me how to cook, for the past few weeks.Not that I didn't learn how to cook from home. Here, they eat differently. The food, always rich and spicy.Back home, because we lacked the financial capacity, our food was always basic, bare, and tasteless.As I tried to rush out of the room, my vagina burned. I had roughly pressed my thighs together.As I flipped my wrists, I realized they burned too. Red. Raw. I must’ve gripped the headboard too hard last night.Last night, I thought I was going to faint…I pushed the thought away. Whatever had happened between Antonioni and me was buried under the usual silence again. By the time I’d woken up, he was gone. Like always.But I
Last Updated: 2025-11-19
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Five The Man's AftercareAntonioni’s POV She was still trembling.Soft, quiet tremors, like the aftershock of something sacred and savage.Her body lay limp across mine, pliant, exhausted… spent.My cock still inside her, buried to the base, where it belonged.The heat of her walls clinging to me, pulsing faintly with echoes of our last climax. Her back rose and fell with shallow breaths, every exhale brushing against my chest like a prayer I didn’t deserve.But I stayed still. And watched. And listened.To the silence after the storm. To the stillness that followed my kind of love, bruising, breaking, binding.I’d fucked her like a man starved. Like someone trying to rid himself of all restraint.And she… took all of me. Every inch. Every order. Every damn stroke.She was everything I didn't know I needed.Yet I’d always known this part of me, this monster.The one who liked it dark. Controlled. Ruthless.The one who loved cuffs, blindfolds, belts. Not just for the act, but for what it meant.Control. Posse
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Four The Woman's Aftercare Annabelle’s POVIt was hard to tell what part of me was still trembling.My wrists… my thighs… my chest… or the part of me that had just let a man tie me up, blindfold me, and fuck me like he was staking a claim in my soul.I still couldn’t see clearly.Not because of the blindfold, it had long been removed.But because everything in me still felt blurred. His dick is still hard, fully stretched inside my vagina.Raw.Awake.I was lying on top of him. Earlier, before he took me into this position with him, he felt warmer.The sheets beneath me were damp with sweat, with need, with the scent of him lingering like a warning and a promise. My arms were loose now, free from the cuffs, but I hadn’t moved. Not yet. I couldn’t. Not when my
Last Updated: 2025-11-18
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Three Wedding, Business And Possession Antonioni's POVShe stirred when I got into bed. I could feel it. Her breath changed. Slow. Uneasy.Annabelle.I knew she’d gone to bed early. Probably trying to outrun the day in her sleep. It was the kind of escape she always reached for, temporary, childish, harmless. But sleep doesn’t shield you forever.She turned toward me slightly. Her eyes barely opened, but I felt her. That flicker of something.She hated that I affected her. I could see it in the way her lips tightened when I was near. Even in silence, I knew I took up too much space in her mind.The clock glowed red in the dark. 11:08 PM.I said it flatly, as I always did. "Be ready by tomorrow morning. The wedding is at eight a.m."No explanations. No room for questions. And I left. Let her sit in the weight of what was comi
Last Updated: 2025-11-18
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