บททั้งหมดของ Shadows of the Vow: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Lorenzo's POVThey raided my villa two nights ago.Antonioni and his dogs.Came in fast, loud, and dressed for war. Kicked down doors like they were hunting a ghost.My guards barely had time to blink. I watched it all from the safe-room monitor, silent, still, detached.I could’ve fought. Could’ve lit the place up and turned the marble floors red.But I didn’t.Because fighting a war I didn’t start… only makes you look guilty. And I wasn’t.I didn’t have Fierro’s shipment. Not then. I wish I did. Would’ve made the insult worth the smoke.But these noisy types… They're like wild dogs in a cage fire. Paranoia makes them stupid. Makes them impatient.So I let them trash my place. Let them feel big. Let them think they taught me a lesson.But in war, the one who hits back last usually hits hardest.Now, as we stand in this war room…The war room was buried deep below the city, carved into the underbelly of one of our false fronts, a closed-down textile factory near the industrial edge of

Antonioni’s POVThe estate sat like a lion above the Marina cliffs, gated, wired, and draped in silent opulence. Beneath the moonlight, it gleamed with marble veins and motion-sensor light paths that glowed enough to blind a predator.Inside, I stood in the war room. A place where secrets were born and enemies were erased.Bukky’s bloody hoodie lay on the table.I touched it, slowly, as if testing whether the story in the stitches was real.“He said they came for him?” I asked without turning around.“Yes,” Matteo replied, his voice low. “Two. Maybe three. Tactical. Efficient. Not local. He killed one. Got wounded. Escaped.”Matteo, one of my skilled security men, the one who oversees the dome's security, had gone with Diego to pick Bukky from the place of his attack.But while Diego rushed Bukky to the hospital, Matteo returned with some evidence, for tracing them.I turned. Milo and my two other generals stood like statues carved from shadow.I looked each of them in the eye.“Someo

Antonioni's POVDays had passed and nothing about the particular German recruit we hunted was found out by Señor Cruz's security team. Although, I was still keeping my swear that I was going to find him out and teach him a bloody lesson.The Park was a jungle.You didn’t survive by being soft. You didn’t build empires with feelings. You ruled with fire, precision, and power. And that’s what I’ve always done, what I’ve always been.The good news is that Bukky was going to be discharged from the hospital this day. And thankfully, the doctors reported he was healing fast, and so it's safe to discharge him.But lately… Annabelle?She was a noise in my storm. A flutter of weakness I didn’t ask for. A distraction. And distractions get people killed.Clara understood the game. She played it well. Gave what was needed, demanded nothing more, except of course she asked for money, sometimes. That's normal for women. That’s exactly why I let her come and go. She didn’t ask questions. She knew ho

Annabelle’s POV Anna led me gently through the quiet corridors of the dome to her room—a peaceful oasis tucked away from the chaos outside.The moment I stepped in, I felt the softness of it all. Pale lavender walls, sheer curtains swaying with the evening breeze, and fresh flowers on the desk made the space feel like a delicate sanctuary. It was so feminine and beautiful. I couldn’t help but smile.Anna led me carefully through the dome’s softly lit halls to her room. The quiet here was a relief from everything.When I stepped inside, I took a slow breath. The room was so feminine and peaceful. There were lavender walls, delicate curtains that fluttered with the evening breeze, fresh flowers on the desk. It felt like a gentle sanctuary.I sank into the plush chair by the window as Anna settled beside me.“I still can’t believe Adolf managed to get away,” she said quietly, eyes dark with worry. “After everything, I thought we had him. Although, there’s a possibility that he would hav

Annabelle's POV   I kept looking at him, thinking about how special he'd made me feel earlier today. Like a woman in love and a woman loved. But he'd been busy all day, making calls about the on-going matters in the Park. He didn't look like the same person earlier this morning. He'd snapped back to his cold treatments towards me. He stayed in bed a while longer, fondling between different files and his phones. But even in silence, I could tell something was simmering behind his eyes. Eventually, he sat up. “I have to meet with the guys,” he said, voice low. “Too many loose ends to tighten.” I adjusted on the pillow, watching him. “Antonioni…” He paused, pulling his shirt over his head.“Address me properly.” He said s