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CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE: TRAGEDY

Author: Debbie Star
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-09 23:26:26

~~LUCA~~

I paced around the room, watching Selene’s unconscious body like a hawk. My son, Marco, had been nowhere to be found since morning. There had been no sign of a kidnap, and Selene had gone unconscious upon hearing the devastating news.

Something was off. Someone was playing a dangerous game—with help from the inside. Marco had been taken by an enemy, but someone from within had aided whoever it was.

“Luca?” I heard Selene groan.

I stood still by the window, my hands buried deep in my pockets as I did my damnedest not to go mad with rage. I watched her closely, her squinting eyes, the pressing of her lips, her steady breathing, unlike my chopped ones. She wasn’t scared. She didn’t seem nearly as worried as I’d expect her to be over Marco’s disappearance.

Like I said, something was off.

“Where were you when my boy was taken?” I growled, dangerously low, narrowing my eyes at her.

She appeared shocked, but I saw the hesitation flash across her face. “Luca… what are y
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