Where is Marco?

The resounding reverberation of Elijah's laughter echoed relentlessly throughout his place, a heartless symphony that taunted my despair.

When our gazes met, I no longer recognized the man I had once adored, only an unfamiliar figure consumed by malevolence and a distorted fixation.

"You're a devil!" I exclaimed.

"Please, my dear, do not test my patience any further," he whispered, his voice filled with a sinister undertone.

"Like what I said If you wish to lay eyes on your son again, you will obey my every command."

A surge of terror rushed through me as his words echoed in my mind. My precious son had been taken by this deranged man. The mere thought of losing him was unbearable.

"Alright, fine. I'll do whatever you want," I murmured, my voice quivering.

Elijah leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin.

"I want you back, Samantha. I want everything to return to how it was before."

I recoiled in disgust.

"That's impossible. I'm already engaged to Marcus!" I whispered, barel