All Chapters of Shadows of the Vow: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

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Chapter Two Hundred and One Homecoming: The Taste of Sweet Reunion II

Antonioni's POV I watched the runway anxiously, my eyes scanning every arriving passenger. My chest ached in a way I hadn’t felt in months. Every day she was away, every moment apart, had been torture. And now, she was finally coming back to me.I saw her before she saw me. The moment her eyes lifted, locking onto mine, my breath hitched. Of course I had to be here myself. No assistant, no driver, no one else could do this. This was mine…this moment was mine to claim.“Annabelle,” I said softly as she drew near, and the sound of her name on my own lips made my heart leap.Her smile, hesitant but full of relief, was enough to break me in two. “I missed you,” she whispered, running into my arms. I held her like I would never let go, and for a moment, nothing else existed in the world but her.“I missed you more,” I murmured against the top of her head, letting my warmth seep into her.We moved toward the car, and I started loading her luggage myself. She tried to protest, but I didn’

Chapter Two Hundred and Two Morning Revelations a dị Circle of Trust I

Annabelle's POV I turned toward Antonioni.He was already sitting on the edge of the bed, coffee in hand, looking impossibly handsome, calm and perfect. My eyes traced him…his jawline, the tilt of his shoulder, the quiet authority he carried even in the morning. I've missed this… I shivered, both from desire and the familiarity of home.“Morning,” I murmured, voice thick with sleep and… everything from last night.“Good morning,” he replied, that teasing glint in his eyes that always made me melt.I couldn’t hold it in. Questions were piling up. “So… Patty Mama and Mama Espe?” My voice wavered slightly, a mix of concern and curiosity.He set his coffee down and sighed. “Patty Mama… the park doctors said she needed rehab. She’s already there. And Mama Espe…” He hesitated, letting the truth settle like heavy stones.“Oh my God!” I exclaimed, hands flying to my face. “So she’s… already in rehab?”He nodded. “It was the only way to keep her safe… and prevent more damage.”I sank onto th

Chapter Two Hundred and Three Morning Revelations and Circle of Trust II

Antonioni’s POV I woke before the sun, as always, but today I didn’t mind. Today, I woke up knowing she was here. Annabelle, my woman, is finally back in Girona. The memory of her in my arms last night… it lingered, every touch, every moan, every sigh, every sharp intake of breath she had made. God, I had missed her more than I’d realized. By the time she stirred, I was already seated at the edge of the bed, coffee in hand, trying to appear calm. But calm was a lie. My chest tightened just thinking about her…the way she looked at me, the way she had held me, the way her body fit perfectly against mine. I couldn’t wait to see her smile again, to hear her laugh, to hear her voice asking questions like she always did. “Morning,” she murmured, voice thick with sleep and… last

Chapter Two Hundred and Four Operation Morocco I

Annabelle's POV The cabin of the private jet hummed with low tension, the engines were too hummed beneath our feet. Antonioni sat across from me, fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest. Around him, Milo, Diego, Bukky, Matteo and a few other soldiers from the Marina Park. We all were busy checking our gear, the glint of weapons catching in the overhead light. I adjusted the bulletproof vest strapped over my chest, feeling the weight, feeling the strange sense of power it gave me. “Everyone ready?” Antonioni’s voice cut through the hum, sharp and precise. “All set, boss,” Milo replied, eyes scanning his weapon again. Diego nodded, muttering, “Checked everything twice. They won’t know what hit them.” I swallowed hard, glancing at An

Chapter Two Hundred and Five Operation Morocco II

Antonioni’s POV The cabin of the private jet hummed with tension, engines pulsing beneath our feet. I sat across from Annabelle, fingers tapping once against the armrest before stilling. Around me, Milo, Diego, Bukky, Matteo, and a few other Marina Park soldiers checked their gear. Quiet focus that only came before war. My gaze shifted back to her. She adjusted her vest, trying to settle into its weight. Tense shoulders, uneven breath…she was trying to feel strong, but she wasn’t used to war yet. “Everyone ready?” I asked, voice cutting through the hum. “All set, boss,” Milo replied, eyes scanning his weapon. Diego nodded. “Checked everything twice. They won’t know what hit them.” Her hands trembled slightly. “This… this is really happening.”

Chapter Two Hundred and Six Power Plus Intelligence Plus Empathy

Annabelle’s POVThe door to the holding room A shut behind me with a heavy click. It echoed. Loud. Final.I stood there for a moment, my fingers tightening slightly at my sides, my breath uneven despite how calm I tried to appear.This is it.The air inside was colder than the rest of the Dome. Not just temperature… something else. Something that settled into your skin, making you aware of exactly where you were.Who you were about to become. She was already there. Chained. Seated.Head slightly tilted, dark hair falling across part of her face. But her eyes… when they lifted and met mine… They weren’t afraid.That unsettled me more than anything. So this is the kind of people we’re dealing with.I stepped forward slowly, every movement deliberate. Controlled.“Comfortable?” I asked, my voice quieter than I expected.She smiled. Actually smiled. A slow, knowing curve of her lips.“You don’t look like the type,” she said, her accent thick, her voice edged with something that felt like

Chapter Two Hundred and Seven Web of Power Unfolding

Antonioni's POV My men continued to track the territorial resistors we fought in Morocco, also, checking coordinates, but I barely noticed. My gaze stayed fixed on the space Annabelle had just left. Holding room A. The thought of her, in there, facing that lady from Morocco, kept my pulse sharp.I exhaled slowly, leaning back in my chair. “She’ll manage,” I muttered to myself, but my wrist watch would track every movement in the holding room A. I won't be able to hear anything, but I'll watch. Milo broke the silence. “Boss… about Fegalo.”I lifted my head, letting my attention land fully on him. “What about him?”“He’s… reliable. But you haven't said why you released him yet. With Boonchai Lek gone and the Zunghai warehouse in China still desolate, don’t you think he’s taking too long?”He read my mind. I didn’t flinch. My hands folded over the table. “Fegalo owes me. He knows what loyalty looks like.” I said. “I retrieved him from La Fortaleza de Sombras. He wasn't afraid to come

Chapter Two Hundred and Eight The Rival: Lorenzo's Dangerous Admiration

Lorenzo's POVThe room was dim, shadows draping every corner. Khalid sat across from me, hands folded, eyes sharp but patient.Scales stood to my side, right hand ready as always, his presence a reminder of years of loyalty, muscle, and strategy combined.I leaned back, fingers drumming the table. I hadn’t healed well, but I’d asked the doctors to take off the bandages on my leg. I didn't like how the look of them on my leg made me look like a loser.My mind raced, circling Antonioni. That man, so precise, so untouchable. He thought he was untouchable. But every empire has its cracks, and I had the tools to find his own.“Khalid,” I said, voice smooth, controlled, “You need to bring the final strike. Make him pay the remaining amount. Because he'd paid something bigger before, he won't resist. Even if he does, make him know he's come far now and can't give up. Antonioni moves like he owns the world. But every move he makes is predictable if you know the pattern.”Khalid’s eyes flicker

Chapter Two Hundred and Nine The Final Payment Causing Quarrel Between Us I

Annabelle's POVThe first shot echoed.By the hundredth, my arms burned. By the three hundredth, my breathing steadied. By the four hundredth, I stopped feeling anything.“Again,” Boris said, his Russian accent noticeable, his voice cold and unyielding.We had been doing this for months. Almost every day. No breaks. No excuses. Because of this training, I had missed half a school semester in the U of A & C, Michigan, because I stayed back, wanting to finish it.Four hundred and ninety-eight. Four hundred and ninety-nine. Five hundred.The last shot hit dead center.I lowered the gun slowly, my wrists aching, shoulders tight, but my stance steady.“Better,” Boris said. That meant everything.“Position.”I dropped the gun and shifted instantly.Taekwondo. Kick. Turn. Strike. Pivot.“Faster.”I moved again—sharper, cleaner, faster than thought. My body no longer asked. It knew.“You are no longer reacting,” Boris said. “You are deciding.”I stopped, breath heavy but controlled.“I’m done

Chapter Two Hundred and Ten The Final Payment Causing Quarrel Between Us II

Antonioni’s POVKhalid had just demanded the final payment. I wanted to snatch the voucher, end the discussion, and move forward, but then…there was Annabelle. That calm, infuriatingly controlled presence at the center of it all.I moved my hand, almost unconsciously, but she stopped me, not with a word, but by quickly taking the voucher. I didn't expect her to be able to stop me like this, and now, she tilted her head in a way that made me hesitate. Giving me an ‘I’m serious’ look.Then the slap came. Sharp and deliberate. My cheek stung, but it was more than pain. It was a challenge. I rubbed my jaw, trying to stay calm, to keep control. Control. That word, possession, dominance all twisted in my guts now. And yet she stood there, silent, defiant, unshaken.“I had to,” she said, and the softness in her tone grated at me more than anger ever could. “Just in case you’ve been charmed by Khalid.”Could she be right? Could it be that Khalid is defrauding me? Could it be that they were

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