The west wing of Villa Falco was an opulent sanctuary of vaulted ceilings, frescoed plasterwork, and arched panoramic windows that opened onto a private terrace overlooking the Gulf of Naples. The sound of crashing waves against the volcanic cliffs hundreds of feet below provided a relentless, rhythmic soundtrack to Chiara's captivity. For three days, she had been confined to these sprawling quarters. True to Salvatore's word, an adjoining room had…
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