All Chapters of A love forged in Darkness and Desire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Luca's Pov "Ohhh nothing" he said as if trying to be cautious of something.The air at the Claudia mansion was thick with tension. Sitting across from her at the grand mahogany desk, I could feel the weight of her scrutiny. Her sharp eyes, always watching, missed nothing. I was playing Matteo well enough, or so I thought, but every word felt like a trap I had to sidestep carefully.She stirred her tea in deliberate circles, the clinking of the spoon against the porcelain unnervingly loud in the silence. “You’ve been very composed, Matteo,” she said, her tone carrying an edge of suspicion. “But you’ve hardly mentioned Alessia. I would think you’d be more involved, given the nature of this marriage.”I smiled faintly, feigning indifference. “The wedding is progressing smoothly, isn’t it? Alessia and I are on the same page. She trusts me to take care of things.”Claudia tilted her head, the ghost of a smile playing on her lips. “Trust is such a fragile thing, wouldn’t you agree?”

Luca's Pov The moment I stepped into the apartment, a sense of dread settled over me like a heavy cloak. Something wasn’t right. The door was ajar, the latch splintered as if someone had kicked it in. My stomach churned, and I forced myself to take a deep breath before stepping inside, the sound of my boots echoing on the tiled floor.The place was a mess. The coffee table was flipped over, shards of glass from a broken vase scattered across the floor. Cushions from the couch were tossed haphazardly, their fabric torn in places. A lamp lay on its side, its bulb shattered, the cord dangling like a lifeless limb. My eyes scanned the room, my heart pounding louder with each passing second.Then I saw it—a smear of blood on the edge of the countertop in the kitchen. It wasn’t much, just a small streak, but it was enough to make my blood run cold. My mind raced with questions. What happened here? Where is Alessia?I moved further into the apartment, my eyes darting around for any clue.

Luca’s PovI stormed into the apartment, slamming the door behind me. My thoughts were a whirlwind of worry, anger, and frustration. Alessia was still missing, and every second that passed without finding her felt like a punch to the gut. The living room was eerily quiet, her absence hanging in the air like a heavy weight.Andrea was sitting on the couch, his face buried in his hands. His disheveled appearance mirrored my own, but the tension between us was suffocating. I could feel it brewing, like a storm waiting to erupt. He looked up as I entered, his eyes bloodshot.“Anything?” he asked, his voice rough.“Nothing,” I replied curtly, tossing my keys onto the table. “Another dead end.”Andrea leaned back against the couch, running a hand through his hair. “We need to think this through. Who would want to take her? And why?”I turned to him, narrowing my eyes. “That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out. But the real question is—why are you so concerned, Andrea?”His head snap

Luca's pov The tension in the living room was unbearable. Andrea sat casually on the couch, scrolling through his phone as if nothing was wrong. Meanwhile, my thoughts were spinning out of control. Alessia was out there, kidnapped, scared, and who knew what else. Every second felt like a wasted eternity, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something I was missing—some piece of the puzzle I hadn’t yet put together.I glanced at Andrea. His calmness felt unnatural. Maybe I was reading too much into it, or maybe he knew more than he was letting on. The thought gnawed at me, but I shoved it aside for the moment. If I stayed here staring at him any longer, I’d lose my mind.I pushed myself off the chair and headed for Alessia’s room. The door creaked open, and I stepped inside, immediately hit by the faint scent of her perfume. It was Alessia, through and through—her presence, her warmth, lingering even in her absence. It hurt to be here, but it was the only place I could th

Alessia's POV A few hours agoThe door creaked open, and Elena strolled in with a tray of food. I was slumped in the corner, my wrists raw from the ropes, and my stomach gnawing with hunger. She set the tray down on the table in the corner of the room and tilted her head at me, her expression one of cruel satisfaction.“You should eat,” she said coolly, leaning against the wall as if this was some casual gathering. “I want my revenge on you, Alessia, but starving you isn’t how I want to do it. That’s too easy.”Her words sent a chill down my spine, but the smell of the food was overpowering. I didn’t trust her, but I also knew I needed strength. My hands were tied in front of me, making it awkward, but I managed to get the food to my mouth while she watched.Elena didn’t speak much as I ate. She just stood there, arms crossed, her dark eyes boring into me. She seemed to take pleasure in the sight of me like this—vulnerable, cornered.Then her phone buzzed, and she answered quick