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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

It was around noon when I got home, well—I wasn't even sure if I could call this hell "home. The place felt like a lavish cage, designed for a princess but inhabited by a prisoner. The luxury, the opulence, the endless hallways and polished floors—they did nothing to soothe the hollowness that had taken root inside me. 


I kicked off my shoes at the door, my bare feet brushing against the cool marble tiles as I made my way inside. The scent of cigars hit me like a slap. I followed it into the living room where Marcello and Leon sat lounging on the massive leather sectional, the air around them thick with smoke. Marcello had the audacity to be smoking—in the fucking living room. 


I scrunch my nose and glared at him. “Why aren’t you smoking outside?” 


Marcello looked at me lazily, one arm draped over the back of the couch, the cigarette dangling between his fingers like it belonged there. “Because I prefer smoking inside,” he said without an ounce of remorse. 


CHAPTER 57