All Chapters of Shadows of the Vow: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Chapter Forty-One Arriving In Istanbul I

Antonioni's POVIn the morning, the 3PM meeting had taken another turn. It ended up starting earlier than 3PM, and I also started out by meeting with the security heads, after which park members joined us. The reason was that we needed to start finalizing on time.We chose twenty qualified men who'd go to war with us.Now I needed to stay with them to strategize one last time before leaving home. My right-hand men.After the sex with Annabelle, I had packed my bags and left for Diego's house.Shortly after, Milo and Bukky joined us there too. We would be leaving for Turkey from there.The air at Diego’s house felt like a countdown clock. Each tick was louder than the last. Weapons were laid out across the marble dining table like silverware. Maps of Istanbul and satellite overlays covered the living room floor. Everyone in that house understood what we were heading into. Not a mission. Not a favor. War.Bukky handed me the tactical device connected to our private radar feed. My six

Chapter Forty-Two The Quietness In His Absence And His Caring Sweetness

Annabelle’s POVI didn’t know he was long gone.Not until long after the silence in our room thickened into something I couldn’t name.He hadn’t touched me after that last time, after putting the velvet bracelet on my wrist. He just left a pouch on the drawer, packed his things like I wasn’t standing there, and said the most unbothered “I’ll be back” I’d ever heard. Then he walked out of the room we shared.I gave him the benefit of the doubt that maybe he was going back upstairs. Maybe to the penthouse again. Maybe to be alone again. But something deep down kept telling me he was travelling. That I didn't mean anything to him, to be told a proper ‘good bye,’ or ‘I’m traveling to…”But he didn’t come back that night, and he was not in his penthouse. So the last instinct was right.Or the next morning.By the time evening rolled in like a tired visitor, it was clear he was gone. And he hadn’t even said a thing to me.I lay there in the bed alone, thighs still tender, heart caught in tha

Chapter Forty-Three Arriving In Istanbul II

Lorenzo's POV Naples didn’t sleep the night before we left.Not that I expected it to. The men I brought in didn’t need lullabies. They needed orders. And I gave them a few, just the ones that mattered.The penthouse was still. Top floor, soundproofed, wrapped in thick glass and thicker consequences. I walked barefoot most of the night. The marble cooled my head. Helped me think.Twenty men, seated, standing, checking weapons they didn’t call weapons. None of them asked questions. They were trained better than that. Most had seen death so many times, it probably smelled like perfume to them now.I didn’t speak unless I had to. No screens. No printed documents. Just my voice, and a floor plan burned into the glass dining table with laser ink.We weren’t hunting people. Not this time. We were infiltrating systems. Networks. Places that looked clean until you peeled back their skin and saw the sickness underneath. Luca seemed not to have given me the full picture, but I didn’t nee

Chapter Forty-Four My Protector From The Distance

Annabelle's POV The dome’s kitchen had always smelled like silent ambition. The kind that rose with steam and sizzled behind closed doors. But lately, it smelled like me. Like cinnamon and roasted peppers. Like seasoned broth simmering slowly. Like someone who had finally found a place to bloom, even in a cageI never planned to become the dome’s unofficial chef.It just… happened.First, it was Patty Mama who asked me to prepare a simple seafood paella one lazy afternoon, saying her joints were stiff and she wouldn’t eat just anything. I nodded, quietly nervous, but when I served it with grilled vegetables and a lemon aioli, she smacked her lips and made a show of licking her fingers“Not bad,” she muttered. But I caught the gleam in her eyes.After that, her requests started coming in. Casual at first… “Annabelle, could you help slice the olives?” turned into “Could you prepare dinner, please?”She brushed off Anna and told her she was on break from cooking.Anna obeyed and st

Chapter Forty-Five Istanbul, Turkey

Antonioni's POV We'd whoop Lorenzo's ass later on, the next day, but upon getting here, I realized I had business connections to deal with.As for the three strangers Luca talked about, the simple solution was to change the timing and confuse them. There's no need to fight ghosts.They didn't come from Lorenzo, which Luca has now confirmed. And since they didn't come from Lorenzo, the best means to devise was to change the time for the oppression and make them come in when my shadows must have started and ended the game. Humiliation. Classic.My men are taking care of Lorenzo and keeping track, and I trust them. I heard he's going after the ghost. Foolish! I've learned to fight ghosts only when they've stopped hiding and have decided to appear.Noise works for him, and that's fine. As for me, strategy works better. And I'm choosing strategy again over noise, to fight our common enemy. Everyone is interested in having what I have. And that says something. It means I have something. B

Chapter Forty-Six “You're Not Ready For What's Coming”

Lorenzo's POV The moment Luca finished telling me about the two intruders, one from Berlin, the other from Algiers, my chest tightened.Not because of the report itself.But because of the tone he used. That tight, cautious tension in his voice. Luca never sounded like that unless something was truly off.He insisted he was “running his investigations” and would send updates soon.But my instincts? They were already screaming.When it hit me that we needed to act fast before they outsmart us, I looked at Scales, and said quietly:“Assemble the boys. We move. Now.”The Vipers didn’t hesitate.Within minutes, we were rolling out across three districts. Nina is beside me. Her jaw clenched, her eyes scanning every alleyway like Istanbul itself was lying to her.For the next twenty-four hours, the city became a maze of dead ends.We searched everything.The old train yards. The container docks. The network of under-bridges leading toward the Golden Horn. Even the rooftop routes used by sm

Chapter Forty-Seven His Smirk, My Chance To Humiliate Him

Antonioni's POV The Valenos Suites had a pulse that didn’t match the rest of Istanbul. Too quiet. Too perfect. Too dead. The kind of place where monsters and ministers shared breakfast. Where a man could disappear behind a business card and reappear two weeks later in a headline nobody questioned. I walked in wearing pressed linen, medical glasses, and a lanyard that labeled me as a senior researcher from the “Global Infectious Disease Policy & Preparedness Summit.” It wasn’t for protection. Not for me. I had protection. Names that never made the papers. Men who shook hands under long tables—ministers, military chiefs, business tycoons who owed me favors they’d sign in blood if it came to it. If anyone dared pull a stunt on Istanbul soil, I had the immunity of ten wolves. I

Chapter Forty-Eight Salt, Fire, Silence And Antonioni’s Return

Annabelle’s POV The next morning came like silk.Soft. Quiet. Patient.According to a rumor amongst the chefs, that might be the day Antonioni and his crew could return.I woke up to the gentle hum of the room's fridge, and the sun slipping in through the slit in the curtains, trailing gold across the floor like a lover’s hand. I lay there for a while, still. The ache in my scalp had reduced to a whisper. I could barely feel the soreness in my neck anymore. What I did feel… was stillness. Deep, rooted stillness.It was the quiet I hadn't known since I stepped into the dome. Not silence born out of uncertainty or fear, but a peace that felt earned.I got up and moved around with purpose.He is my purpose.AntonioniThe one who wouldn't let me call him by name, except I'm moaning it in pleasure.I found him in the quiet things.I was at the lounge when he left without saying a word to me, but up until now, I still feel his silent presence in the room.The slight dent his body left o

Chapter Forty-Nine The Stormy Capture At The Aegean Coastline, And Home Coming

Antonioni's POV The smoke hung thick in the air like a suffocating shroud, wrapping everything in a hazy silence broken only by the faint moans of the wounded. The battlefield was littered with bodies. Some still, and some barely moving. Amidst the carnage, five men were alive but wounded, slumped against the cracked earth and twisted debris. They were like debris themselves. Their breaths came in shallow gasps, pain searing through their limbs, and their faces were pale with exhaustion and fear. Matteo scanned the scene carefully, counting the fallen and the survivors. His eyes caught the five who had somehow clung to life. Oreo, the only one who had escaped, was nowhere in sight. The rest, scattered like broken dolls, were dead. “We’ve got five,” Ma

Chapter Fifty The Gates of Hell Let Loose

They shifted the time. Those bastards. Just a few minutes, they’ll say. Just a call, they’ll say. Just how things are done. But those few minutes erased months of planning. They turned my men into ghosts, present, yet useless. By the time the civilian and the two Algerians reached the venue, it was over. Lights off. Targets gone. Decisions already sealed. Finished. Settled. I was in Prague when the word reached me.And I didn’t shout. But I knew how much I spent hiring those highly skilled men. By now, the crates would have been mine. It's either that Santos gave me the wrong time, or he wasn't smart enough to know when they changed the time. And either way, he must suffer for it. I sent my right hand, the only man who knows when not to ask questions, to fetch Santos from Naples. I was told Santos was badly injured. Field injury. Blood loss. Luck, mostly.

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