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.
Baca
Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen His Trust In My Frozen Fractals Annabelle's POV Still frozen, I realized I was already sitting in the sitting room for a rather too long time, and I decided to step outside.The men were already on their way to meet Antonioni in the place where he was detained.As I stepped out, the Dome did not erupt all at once in my ears.It cracked first.I noticed it in the smallest things, the way footsteps stopped echoing, the way doors that were usually slammed shut were now pulled closed gently, as though the house itself had become fragile. Men who never hesitated were suddenly standing still, hands in their pockets, staring at nothing. Voices dropped. Even laughter, when it appeared, sounded wrong… brittle, like glass tapped too lightly.Then the crying began.Not screaming. Crying.It traveled through the Dome like a slow, spreading stain. From the servants’ quarters to the inner halls. From the kitchens to the corridors Antonioni rarely walked. Grown men wiped their faces with the backs of their hands and turned away q
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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen The Day the Lion Was CagedNobody's POV Annabelle's call reached Bukky while he and Diego were bent over the snooker table in the west lounge, chalk dust on their fingers, low music humming in the background. It was Christmas, but the Dome did not rest. It only softened.The phone vibrated once. Then again.Bukky glanced at the screen, exhaled cold vapor, and then took the call.“Yes?”“Bring Diego,” she said. “I need you guys to come to the sitting room now, please…”Bukky exhaled again, this time, almost quietly.“Diego,” he muttered.Diego answered.“Antonioni's private quarters now,” he said “Sitting room. Annabelle says we come.” He added.Diego frowned but followed anyway.When they got there, Annabelle was standing in front of the television, obviously tense.“They arrested Antonioni in Naples. It's on the news,” she said.“Holy shit,” Bukky muttered. Arms folded.Diego reached for the remote first, flipping the television on more out of irritation than curiosity. The screen blinked, then settled on a n
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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen Malta: In The Detention RoomAntonioni's POV Malta had always pretended to be small.That was its greatest weapon. Coincidentally or maybe not so, I have never had anything to do with Malta, so consequently, my influence doesn't reach here.The room where they detained me smelled like disinfectant and old metal. Not rot. Not decay. Just sterility. The kind that pretends neutrality while stripping everything human out of the air.I sat with my hands on the table, uncuffed now, jacket folded beside me, posture intact. They always expect the posture to collapse first. Shoulders. Spine. Eye contact. I gave them none of that satisfaction.My lawyer, Gregory Francis arrived again, this time, without announcement. He never knocked. He never asked permission. That alone told me how bad this already was.“Antonioni,” he said, sitting opposite me, files already open, pen in hand. “We need to speak quickly.”I nodded. I didn’t ask about what. I already knew.“You’re being held under a provisional international detention or
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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen Begun Plotting The Consequences Lorenzo’s POVMarta screamed high, wild, and unrestrained. Her body arched beneath me, aggressively, hands clawing at the sheets, hair tangled across her shoulders. My chest heaved. My blood thundered in my heavy cock. The air was thick with heat, sweat, and the sweet but sharp tang of sex.She collapsed against me for a moment, gasping, trembling, still screaming little fragments of sound, and I held her in place, not gentle, not soft, not cruel, just present. The room spun in the aftershock of what had just happened.Finally, I pulled back slightly, brushing strands of hair from her face. Her eyes met mine, wide, alive, raw, still half-lost in whatever storm had passed over her. I can understand the storm she'd just come out of, because I know I'm aggressive in bed. For me, sex without aggression laced in it is no sex at all. That's how I enjoy it."You said 2,500 euros right?" I asked.She hissed silently, wrapping herself with the white sheet. "Yes. You can raise it if you don't
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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Twelve Christmas Gone Sour While Waiting Annabelle's POVI stayed standing after the Christmas tree was done.Not because I didn’t know what to do next, but because stillness felt earned. The lights blinked softly, patient, as if they had learned how to wait. Pine clung to the air, mixed with candle wax and something warmer…intention, maybe. I folded my hands loosely and let myself breathe.It felt right.That was the word that kept returning. Not beautiful. Not impressive. Right.I didn’t add anything else.Patty Mama was watching me from the edge of the sitting room. I had felt her before I saw her. It's only a few times that I've seen her react to things that way. Quiet presence, never interrupting a moment, only witnessing it.“You’re done,” she said.“Yes,” I answered, turning toward h
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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Eleven When Police Intimidation Dresses As Neutrality.Antonioni's POVI had always known arrest was a language.Not the shouting kind. Not the kind of people who perform for cameras. Real arrest, the kind meant for men like me, was quiet, procedural, and designed to begin dismantling you before you were even aware the process had started.Naples disappeared behind tinted glass. My men, too, must have been back in the park by now. The news of my arrest would have probably spread to the world. Or maybe not yet.This particular arrest… No sirens. No spectacle. Just movement. Coordinated. Efficient. Foreign.I watched the city the way a general watches terrain after surrendering ground, not with nostalgia, not with regret, but with calculation. This was not fear. This was an assessment. I was already measuring timelines, jurisdictions, and treaties, the way one measures distances on a map before a campaign fin
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