บททั้งหมดของ Psychopathic love.: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

“I know what you did. If you think you’re fooling everyone, you’re definitely not fooling me!” Kiara said as she stood in front of Luca.3 days later, she was feeling perfectly fine.“You tried to kill my father! Are you really that crazy, Luca?” She yelled, placing a hand on her hip. She definitely couldn’t take it anymore. It felt all too real to her, and it hurt to know that the man she loved was the one behind this.“Well, that isn’t news, Kiara,” Luca said nonchalantly, leaning against the wall. He wasn’t remorseful, and he didn’t seem to care about Kiara. How often did he do this? He scared her.“You saw what happened, didn’t you?” He laughed, pushing her and she stumbled back shocked. “You told them and they didn’t even believe you! How are they supposed to take you seriously now?”“I’m always one step ahead of you, Luca.” Kiara retorted, hoping that she’d at least instill some fear in him.“You can’t be serious, Ki. You and I both know that you’re too scared to do anything.”“

She looked into the mirror again to be sure it wasn’t another random black sedan that just looked like the one from before. “Unbelievable,” she muttered, her pulse quickening. It wasn’t paranoia—someone was following her.Kiara decided to test the sedan again. This time, she made a series of unpredictable turns, weaving through side streets and back onto a busier road. The sedan kept up, maintaining the same steady distance.“This isn’t a coincidence,” she said, her hands trembling slightly. She tried to get her phone so she could call the police. The car hit her from behind, and the phone fell from her hand. It was no longer in sight, probably under the seat now. “What!” She looked around to get the fastest help available. That was when she realized that she had unconsciously taken a lonely road, as she could only see just her car and the one chasing her on the road. The next car was very far away. No one would hear her even if she screamed at the top of her voice. Her mind raced

Damian burst through the front door, his tie loosened and his usually composed demeanor frayed. Behind him stood Luca, his expression carefully curated to show concern. Maria, still flustered, hurried to greet her husband.“She’s home, Damian,” Maria said, wringing her hands. “She came back in a police car, and her car is gone. She won’t say anything.”“Where is she?” Damian asked, scanning the room urgently.“She has been in her room since she returned. She wouldn’t open the door. Amor, something is wrong with our baby girl.” Maria cried out in despair. “I will get her,” Damian responded. Before he could take another step, Kiara emerged from her room, her eyes locking onto Luca like a hawk spotting its prey. Her face twisted with a mix of disbelief and fury. “What is he doing here?” She demanded, her voice sharp.“What is who doing here?” Damian responded nonchalantly. “Are you alright? What happened to you? You look like you have been to hell and back. Talk to me.” “What is that

Damian entered the dimly lit visitation room of the police station, his footsteps echoing in the stillness. Sitting at the table, his hands cuffed, was Luca Ettore. Luca’s eyes lit up with relief and desperation as Damian stepped in, though his composed demeanor cracked only slightly.“Damian,” Luca said, his voice tinged with a mix of weariness and disbelief. “Thank God you’re here. You have to believe me—I had nothing to do with this.”Damian pulled out the chair opposite Luca and sat down heavily, rubbing his temples. "Luca, you're in deep trouble. The police have recordings, confessions... everything points to you. The restaurant worker claimed you gave the poison to him to put inside my food.”Luca leaned forward, his hands gripping the edge of the table. “I’m being framed, Damian! You know me. I would never hurt you or your family. Why would I poison Kiara? Why would I target you?”Damian met Luca’s gaze, his own expression filled with conflict. “That’s what I can’t understand.

Kiara’s heart skipped a beat. She froze, her hand hovering over the remote. Her mind raced, her father’s words echoing in her ears.He knows.Slowly, Kiara got out of bed and approached the door, her hands trembling. She cracked it open just enough to see Damian’s face, his expression a mix of concern and determination.“What do you mean by my relationship with Luca?” She whispered, her voice barely audible.“I think you know what I’m talking about,” Damian said gently. “This isn’t just about what’s happening now, is it? There’s more to this—something you haven’t told me.”Kiara’s grip on the door tightened. For a moment, she considered slamming it shut and pretending this conversation never happened. But the look in her father’s eyes stopped her. He wasn’t accusing her; he was worried.She opened the door fully and stepped aside, motioning for him to enter. Damian walked in, his eyes scanning the room as if it might hold answers. Kiara closed the door behind him and leaned against it