All Chapters of Shadows of the Vow: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Annabelle's POV Morning light crawled through the tall windows of the master's room’s dining table. I entered, calm on the outside, though the weight of the night still lingered beneath my skin.The time was 6:48 am.These days, I no longer struggle to wake up early, unlike when I first came, when some of the dome workers mocked me for it. Thanks to training!He was already there, Antonioni.Seated alone at the head of the long oak table, with untouched eggs before him, a pot of coffee within easy reach.I took my seat across from him, careful to hold his gaze only lightly. No words. Not yet. He liked that. No pointless chatter when something far more pressing was brewing beneath the surface.I watched as he poured himself another cup, unhurried. Letting the silence stretch. Measuring me. Then, his eyes locked onto mine."What exactly were you doing," He asked, voice low and edged with steel, "in the forbidden archive room?"My fingers stilled, fork midway to my lips.For one breath,

Lorenzo's POV The old martial arts chamber deep within the Whispering Bamboo District of Kowloon was still. Too still. Paper lanterns swayed overhead, rustling like ghosts whispering secrets. I stepped through the sliding door, my coat flaring behind me like war-drapes, two of my men flanking me in grey suits, eyes sharp, silent.For a moment, the stillness pulled me backward. Not to Kowloon, but to another room. Another silence. One I had engineered myself.I had been smiling that day. Rachael’s feed had been clean. Too clean. The audio threaded perfectly through the ear studs I’d given her, custom work, buried beneath innocence. When she told me she’d finally cracked Antonioni’s perimeter, I almost laughed. I almost admired him for lasting this long.I remember leaning back, fingers steepled, listening.His voice came through first. Calm. Measured. Kingly.“Send her in.”I expected tension. Maybe suspicion. I didn’t expect how quickly the room bent around him. Even through a wire

Days after, the meeting which was adjourned the last time was called back again.Again, the meeting was to be held in Turkey with Emir Yücel, Luca, myself, the Daraç group and the government folks. Nevertheless, the meeting was never meant to be easy.The Daraç Group had circled the Turkish government for months, quiet proposals, indirect conversations, pressure applied through back channels, but Ankara had refused to commit. They wanted leverage. Control. Plausible distance.That was before today.We met in a private boardroom overlooking the Bosphorus, glass walls tinted just enough to hide the city without denying its presence. Power likes views. It reminds men what they stand to lose.Kemal Daraç sat at the head of the table, hands folded, calm in the way only founders are…men who know the machine will move because they built it. To his right sat Emir Yücel, immaculate as always, posture diplomatic, eyes sharp. Luca took the opposite end, already scanning documents, already watchi

Antonioni's POV I stood at the edge of the Lounge's long table, hands clasped behind me, eyes scanning the horizon. The wind carried the faint scent of iron and earth, but it didn’t reach me. My mind was inside, with him. Martinez. Milo’s father. Adopted, yes, but no less vital. No less dangerous if he were left exposed.He had chosen to stay in the Park. I hadn’t pressed him to hide elsewhere; he could have vanished, disappeared into some distant corner of the world, safe from the games. But he hadn’t. He’d chosen to be here. With Milo. With me. And that meant I had to guard every breath he drew.Diego stood beside me, silent, as always. Bukky leaned against the wall of the control room, arms crossed, expression flat but alert. Matteo was fiddling with a device at the table, but his eyes kept flicking to me. They all knew... If Lorenzo moved, if even a shadow passed where Martinez slept, we’d be ready.I inhaled slowly. “So Martinez chose to stay here in the Park,” I said, voice qui

Antonioni’s POVThe Dome felt different the moment I returned.Not disordered.Not damaged.Alive.I registered it before I even crossed the threshold. A subtle disturbance in the air, a hum that did not belong to machinery or routine. It was human. Warm. Uncontrolled.I stepped inside anyway.And she was already there.Annabelle stood at the entrance as if she had been waiting, not anxiously, not desperately, but ready. That alone told me more than words ever could. She did not hesitate when she reached for my briefcase. Her fingers closed around the handle with familiarity, not permission-seeking.She followed behind me without being asked.Good.As we walked toward the kitchen, I allowed my silence to stretch. I needed to see what she had done without guiding her reaction. When we reached the doorway, I stopped.Too much sound.Laughter. Movement. Energy spilling where I had taught restraint.My arms crossed instinctively as my eyes swept the room, cataloguing details the way I alw