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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

The sun’s rays burned against my closed eyelids, dragging me unwillingly from the shallow refuge of sleep. My head pounded in a dull, persistent rhythm, and my body — battered and bruised — protested even the slightest shift. I let out a soft groan, peeling open my eyes and immediately wincing against the harsh brightness of the morning light spilling through the enormous window. 


For a moment, I simply lay there, trying to will the pain away. It clung stubbornly, wrapping itself around every inch of me. My ribs ached with every breath. My legs and arms felt stiff and sore, raw from the wounds that crisscrossed my skin. Moving felt like dragging myself across broken glass. 


Still, I forced myself upright, grimacing as a sharp, tearing sensation radiated across my side. I barely managed to swing my legs over the side of the bed before reaching out blindly for the nightstand. My fingers clumsily closed around the small bottle of pills the doctor had prescribed. 


CHAPTER 62