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Chapter 145. Roland Makes His Move
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Shadows of Silk & Steel: A Billionaire's Secret, A Bodyguar Chapter 301 — Epilogue In Silk, In Steel, In Forever
Five years later.The London skyline is golden with a silent sunset. From the penthouse balcony, Sabatine Rogers watches the city breathe-steady, alive, unafraid.Indoors, peals of laughter spill into the evening air.Anton’s laughter.It still takes her by surprise, now and then—how light it is, now, how unencumbered. The man who once bore the weight of empires and opponents kneels on the living room floor, attempting to put together some sort of robotic toy at the instructions of two small, highly opinionated children.“Papa, that’s upside down,” she scolds, with an authority far beyond her years.Anton squints: “I’m sure it’s strategic.”The son giggles and crawls into Sabatine's arms the second she steps inside. She presses a kiss to his curls, breathing him in like he is the miracle that she never planned for but cannot imagine her life without now.He follows her out onto the balcony later that night, after the children have gone to sleep. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he l
Shadows of Silk & Steel: A Billionaire's Secret, A Bodyguar Chapter 300. The First, Last, and Only Night
The London night was a deep, velvet bowl dusted with diamond and amber. From the penthouse balcony, the city was not a threat, nor a kingdom to be managed, but a magnificent, distant diorama—a testament to the humming life of millions, its lights glittering like a promise kept.Anton stood at the railing, a faint evening breeze stirring the hair at his temples. He held a glass of water, the condensation cool against his palm. Behind him, through the open door, the soft strains of a jazz standard drifted out—Sabatine’s choice, something old and warm and uncomplicated.They had dined simply. They had talked of nothing in particular—a funny email from Leon, the progress on the Highland library’s timber frame, the inexplicable popularity of a particular brand of hot sauce among the Academy’s first years. The conversation was the gentle, meandering stream of a life lived in profound peace.Now, in the quiet aftermath, Anton felt the weight of the moment, not as a burden, but as a fullness.
Shadows of Silk & Steel: A Billionaire's Secret, A Bodyguar Chapter 299. The Blueprint of Joy
The morning after the rain was a clear, sharp gift. Sunlight poured into the penthouse, gilding the dust motes and illuminating the closed album on the rug like a relic from another age. Anton stood at the kitchen counter, juicing oranges. The simple, rhythmic press and twist was a meditation. Sabatine was at the table, a large, blank sheet of artist’s paper unfurled before him, a cup of black coffee steaming at his elbow.They hadn’t spoken of the album again. Its contents had been acknowledged, honoured, and gently shelved. Its weight had been replaced by a feeling of expansive, clean-slated lightness. The past was a foundational layer, solid and settled. Now, the space above it was empty, awaiting design.Sabatine picked up a charcoal pencil, its tip hovering over the pristine white. He didn’t draw. He looked at Anton, a question in his eyes. It was a different question than any they’d asked before. How do we survive this? or what is the next threat? or even what should the Institu
Shadows of Silk & Steel: A Billionaire's Secret, A Bodyguar Chapter 298. The Forge and the Flame
Rain streamed down the vast penthouse windows, turning the London skyline into a smeared watercolour of grey and gold. A log crackled in the fireplace, the scent of woodsmoke and old books filling the room. They had no meetings. No calls. Leon had instituted a mandatory "deep work" day, a digital sabbath for the Institute’s leadership, and they, for once, had obeyed their own protégé.They were on the floor, leaning against the sofa, Sabatine’s back to Anton’s chest, a worn wool blanket shared over their legs. An old, leather-bound photo album—a recent, deliberate creation—lay open on the rug before them. It held no pictures of them. Instead, it was a curated archive of their war: a grainy security still of Evelyn Voss laughing with a Swiss banker; the schematic of the stolen AI prototype; a news clipping about the "Geneva Villa Incident"; a satellite image of the lonely Scottish island; the first architectural sketch of Anchor Point Academy on a napkin.It was a history of shadows. A
Shadows of Silk & Steel: A Billionaire's Secret, A Bodyguar Chapter 297. The Origin Point
The Italian sun was a benevolent, golden weight. It pressed down on the terracotta tiles of the villa’s terrace, coaxed the scent of rosemary and sun-warmed stone from the earth, and turned the Tyrrhenian Sea in the distance into a vast, shimmering plate of hammered silver. This was not the moody, dramatic light of Scotland or the sharp clarity of Geneva. This was light with memory in its heat.Anton stood at the low perimeter wall, his fingers tracing the warm, rough stone. A year and a half. It felt like a lifetime lived between then and now. The man who had stood on this spot, heart a frantic bird in a cage of silk and anxiety, was almost a stranger to him now.He heard the soft click of the French doors behind him, the shuffle of bare feet on tile. He didn’t need to turn. The particular quality of the silence announced Sabatine’s presence—a calm, grounding energy that had become as essential to him as his own breath.“It’s smaller than I remember,” Sabatine said, his voice a low r
Shadows of Silk & Steel: A Billionaire's Secret, A Bodyguar Chapter 296. A Steady Hand
The command centre of the Rogers-Stalker Global Integrity Institute was a monument to purposeful calm. A vast, circular room deep within its London headquarters, it was bathed in a soft, ambient glow. Holographic data-streams—global threat maps, real-time encryption health diagnostics, pings from Aegis app users in volatile zones—drifted like benign ghosts in the air. The only sound was the whisper of climate control and the muted tap of fingers on haptic keyboards.At the central, sunken dais, a young man with close-cropped hair and a focused frown was navigating three streams at once. Leon Mbeki, former child prodigy from a Johannesburg township, former "grey-hat" hacker who’d spent a frustrating year in a South African jail before his potential was recognised, and now, for the past six months, the Institute’s most brilliant and steady tactical operator.He was tracking an attempted infiltration of their secure servers in Quito, coordinating a data-evacuation for a Tibetan advocacy
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