|| VITTORIA'S POV ||
The night unfolded like a sinister tapestry, weaving shadows around every corner. I, Vittoria, found myself ensnared in the clutches of Elijah's relentless rival. The cold, damp air clung to my skin as I tried to make sense of the dire situation. My heart thudded in my chest, a captive rhythm of fear and uncertainty.
The makeshift prison was a dimly lit room, its walls whispering tales of past suffering. I strained against the cold metal restraints, my senses heightened by the desperate desire for freedom. The muffled sounds of footsteps echoed in the distance, heralding the arrival of my captors. Dread clung to the air like an oppressive fog.
Meanwhile, news of my abduction reached both Elijah and Vincenzo simultaneously. Two rivals, compelled by a common thread of
