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Sophia never imagined her life would spiral into a waking nightmare. What began as strange phone calls and shadowy figures watching from the distance quickly turned into something far worse—being abducted by Matteo DeLuca, a man whose obsession ran deeper than love. Under his control, Sophia suffered in silence, enduring pain and humiliation she dares not speak of. When he finally lets her go, it isn’t freedom that greets her—but another captor.

Aleksandr Volkov, powerful, cold, and emotionally damaged, sees in Sophia a mirror of the woman he lost. Desperate to keep his daughter believing her mother is alive, he forces Sophia to take on her identity. Through manipulation, subtle control, and emotional coercion, Aleksandr begins to unravel Sophia’s reality—softening her resistance and luring her into the illusion of a perfect family.

Now, with her will slowly crumbling, Matteo must do the unthinkable: save the very woman he once destroyed. But is it redemption he’s after—or revenge? As dark secrets unravel and twisted games are played, Sophia must face a brutal truth: sometimes the greatest threats are the ones that wear a familiar face.

HUNTED BY DESIRE

“Matteo, please don’t do this. I’m begging you, please.” My voice was barely a whisper, shaking with fear. 


I was trapped, helpless, and no amount of pleading would change that. My heart pounded painfully against my ribs, and I could feel my pulse thrumming in my ears. 


His grip on me didn’t loosen. If anything, he held me tighter. “Stop begging, baby. It won’t make a difference.” His voice was calm, almost gentle, as if he truly believed this was normal. 


I wanted to scream, to push him away, but I was frozen. Fear wrapped around me like chains, keeping me rooted in place. My body refused to move, and my voice wavered with unshed tears. 


“This isn’t right, Matteo,” I whispered, trying again, my breath hitching. “Please stop. I’m sorry.” 


He tilted his head, looking at me through the mirror with an unreadable expression. “Sorry?” He echoed, amused. “For what?” 


For ever meeting you. For ever catching your attention. For not running the first time I sensed something was wrong. 


CHAPTER 37