All Chapters of Shadows of the Vow: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

235 Chapters

Chapter Thirty-One Smitten: The Sudden Plan

Antonioni’s POV I sat at the edge of the long mahogany table, fingers drumming against the surface as Carlo presented the new shipment routes over a Zoom meeting I was having with him. My eyes skimmed the map, but my mind wasn’t there. Carlo is the man who oversees all my ammo goods’ shipments. He's being paid well to do that sole job. He's got no other job anywhere in the world. I could still taste her on my tongue. Annabelle. The girl gave me the best sex I have ever had in almost forty something years of my life. We had both cum multiple times, melting into each other. Something about the way she looked at me this morning… not like prey, not like a puppet, but like someone who knew what she wanted. She wanted to paint. Of all the damn thi

Chapter Thirty-Two Bound By Painful Vows

Annabelle's POV His breath was the first thing I felt. Warm. Quiet. Close enough to stir the tiny hairs on the back of my neck. I opened my eyes, slowly and reluctantly turning slightly toward him. He’d just slid into bed, his scent still laced with cold night air and smoke. I hated how my heart betrayed me every single time he was near. Every. Time. I had gone to bed early, hoping sleep would be my escape. But not even dreams could keep me from him. Not really. The clock blinked in the darkness.11:08 PM. Then his voice. “Be ready by tomorrow morning. The wedding is at eight a.m.” And just like that, he got out of bed again, leaving the scent of danger and decisions behind. The door shut. I lay there, the silen

Chapter Thirty-Three Wedding, Business And Possession

Antonioni's POV She stirred when I got into bed. I could feel it. Her breath changed. Slow. Uneasy.Annabelle.I knew she’d gone to bed early. Probably trying to outrun the day in her sleep. It was the kind of escape she always reached for, temporary, childish, harmless. But sleep doesn’t shield you forever.She turned toward me slightly. Her eyes barely opened, but I felt her. That flicker of something.She hated that I affected her. I could see it in the way her lips tightened when I was near. Even in silence, I knew I took up too much space in her mind.The clock glowed red in the dark. 11:08 PM.I said it flatly, as I always did. "Be ready by tomorrow morning. The wedding is at eight a.m."No explanations. No room for questions. And I left. Let her sit in the weight of what was coming. It was better that way. Cleaner.Behind me, the door clicked shut.She didn’t know I’d set the alarm.5:00 AM. Sharp.She groaned when it blared. I heard it from across the room. I was already up. A

Chapter Thirty-Four The Woman's Aftercare

Annabelle’s POV It was hard to tell what part of me was still trembling. My wrists… my thighs… my chest… or the part of me that had just let a man tie me up, blindfold me, and fuck me like he was staking a claim in my soul. I still couldn’t see clearly. Not because of the blindfold, it had long been removed. But because everything in me still felt blurred. His dick is still hard, fully stretched inside my vagina. Raw. Awake. I was lying on top of him. Earlier, before he took me into this position with him, he felt warmer. The sheets beneath me were damp with sweat, with need, with the scent of him lingering like a warning and a promise. My arms were loose now, free from the cuffs, but I hadn’t moved. Not yet. I couldn’t. Not when my

Chapter Thirty-Five The Man's Aftercare

Antonioni’s POV She was still trembling.Soft, quiet tremors, like the aftershock of something sacred and savage.Her body lay limp across mine, pliant, exhausted… spent.My cock still inside her, buried to the base, where it belonged.The heat of her walls clinging to me, pulsing faintly with echoes of our last climax. Her back rose and fell with shallow breaths, every exhale brushing against my chest like a prayer I didn’t deserve.But I stayed still. And watched. And listened.To the silence after the storm. To the stillness that followed my kind of love, bruising, breaking, binding.I’d fucked her like a man starved. Like someone trying to rid himself of all restraint.And she… took all of me. Every inch. Every order. Every damn stroke.She was everything I didn't know I needed.Yet I’d always known this part of me, this monster.The one who liked it dark. Controlled. Ruthless.The one who loved cuffs, blindfolds, belts. Not just for the act, but for what it meant.Control. Posses

Chapter Thirty-Six Oppression Arising

Annabelle's POVThis particular morning was colder than usual.I never get to meet him in bed and I am already used to it.I stumbled forward as I jerked out of bed, almost hitting the ground.Gosh! I overslept.The time was 8:03Anna must be waiting for me in the kitchen. We've seriously been inclined to her teaching me how to cook, for the past few weeks.Not that I didn't learn how to cook from home. Here, they eat differently. The food, always rich and spicy.Back home, because we lacked the financial capacity, our food was always basic, bare, and tasteless.As I tried to rush out of the room, my vagina burned. I had roughly pressed my thighs together.As I flipped my wrists, I realized they burned too. Red. Raw. I must’ve gripped the headboard too hard last night.Last night, I thought I was going to faint…I pushed the thought away. Whatever had happened between Antonioni and me was buried under the usual silence again. By the time I’d woken up, he was gone. Like always.But I

Chapter Thirty-Seven We'd Protect What We've Got Together

Antonioni's POV It's been a few days now since my wedding with Annabelle… Meanwhile, as I sat in my study drafting personal plans on how best we can confront Lorenzo in Istanbul, and make it a showbiz for him, I remembered what had happened between Party Mama and I, that night before my wedding.That faithful day, after meeting with my right hands and having told them about my plans to wed Annabelle the next day, evening had bled into night like someone dragging a dirty brush across the sky. I’d barely stepped out of the south wing when I heard her calling.“Antonioni.”My mother’s voice. Soft. Warm. Hopeful.I turned. Patty Mama stood there, tied up in silk and perfume, looking like she was forty years younger and expecting something magical to happen.And then she said it again…what she’d told me earlier in the day.“My lover is coming tonight. I want this house to give him a warm welcome.”For a second, I almost laughed. Or screamed. I’m not sure which.The villa had been crawling

Chapter Thirty-Eight Bloodstains on The Horizon

Lorenzo's POVThe air in the bunker stank of sweat, metal, and men pretending to be gods.One by one, the Vipers filed in, tossing their weapons on the table like it was a game of chess played with blades instead of bishops.“Gentlemen,” I said, standing at the head of the curved table. “We go to Istanbul in two nights. Pack light. We’re not going sightseeing.”“Also, make available a van or two to load the pillows. Those drugs must not see the light of the day.” I added“Noted boss. But boss, are we sure this Luca guy's solid with us?” Scales asked, twirling his butterfly knife with the sort of reckless grace that belonged to serial killers and circus acts.I nodded. “Luca’s the one. He used to move weapons for Antonioni. He's done pretending.”Felix laughed. “So we’re buying Antonioni’s bloodline from one of his own sons?”“Not a son,” I corrected, sliding a folder across the table. “An ex-slave.”Felix is my cousin. He may be chatty and talkative but trust me, he knows business.I

Chapter Thirty-Nine Painful Pleasure With Him, But P.Mama Is The Sweetest!

Annabelle's POV These days, I barely glance at the right side of the bed.It stays untouched. A cold, silent rebuke.Antonioni hadn’t come to bed for some nights now. I’d lost count.At first, I tried not to care. Told myself he was just busy, caught up in whatever violent chess game men like him play in the dark. But nights stretch longer when the man you gave your body to starts fading from your sheets. And worse, from your thoughts.I woke up late again. 8:03am.“Shit.”Anna was probably already in the kitchen, waiting to drill me with another round of cooking lessons. We'd started off playfully, but now it felt like I’d enlisted in a culinary army. She didn’t smile anymore. She critiqued. Measured. Expected.And part of me wanted that.I washed up quickly, threw on joggers and a loose shirt, and jogged down the stairs.My thighs still burned a little from the roughness of that other night with Antonioni. My wrists too. I must’ve clenched them in sleep again. I felt like a brui

Chapter Forty Craving To Take Her Flesh To Flesh Before I Left

Antonioni's POV The Sunday meeting at 3PM…It was meant to be a routine final meeting. Brief, no emotions, just precision. But somehow, the tension in the room said otherwise.After the private meeting with the Heads of Security, I invited all the men in the Park to join us. Now, even my right hands joined us. Lethal men. Able-bodied.The time was 9:02 am.Alberto, one of the Park's security team leaders, stood, flipping through his tablet, rambling on about logistics, surveillance, and terrain mapping. I let him talk. His voice faded into background noise while my focus drifted to the faces in the room—the key team members of the park, most of whom would remain behind.I was already twenty steps ahead of them, no matter how logical they thought they sounded.We were traveling light. Only twenty men. Handpicked. Men who had spilled blood with me, and for me. Not talkers, but doers. I didn’t need company, I needed efficiency.I leaned forward finally, cutting Alberto off mid-senten

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