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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 storm outside had long passed, but the air still carried its weight—a kind of stillness that comes right after the world’s been reminded of its fragility. I sat in the lounge of the mansion, the fire crackling low in the stone hearth, shadows dancing on the walls like silent sentinels. 


A half-empty glass of Scotch rested in my hand, the amber liquid untouched for the past hour. My mind had long since drifted to her. 


Even in her silence, she echoed in me—every breath, every memory. She haunted the hallways of my mind like a ghost who refused to leave. She had every reason to hate me, to walk away and never look back. But I couldn’t hate her for that. I could never hate her. 


The door creaked, pulling me out of the haze. 


Leon entered, sharp and precise as always, his boots barely making a sound against the marble floor. His expression was unreadable, but I knew him too well. There was a storm behind those eyes. One that matched mine. 


CHAPTER 87