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“Go away from me. Let me be, you monster!” Eira screamed, her voice echoing from behind the room she had closed herself on. Determined more than ever not to see him. She heaved, her chest rising and falling to the pain.”You took everything from me, Draven. You took everything from me!”



“Then take it back, Eira.” Draven called out possessively, “Hate me, fight me, do everything Eira, but don’t dare leave me. I won’t let you do that.”





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Eira Katz’s world is ripped apart when she is abducted by Draven, a man blinded by grief and vengeance. Accused of murdering the only woman he ever loved—a woman carrying his child—Eira becomes the target of his rage. Held captive, she endures relentless torment, all for a crime she did not Commit.



But when the truth is revealed, the damage is already done. Draven has destroyed her life, killed the man she loved, and left her with nothing. As Eira grapples with the aftermath, she learns she is carrying his child, a bond neither of them can escape.i

Trapped in a cycle of vengeance, guilt, and reluctant dependency, Eira must decide whether to escape her captor or confront the broken man who refuses to let her go. But in a world where pain and passion collide, the line between love and hatred blurs.



Will Eira find freedom, or will she be forever bound to the man who took everything called life away from her?

The Mafia's Little Plaything

<p>The air in the hall was thick, heavy with smoke and tension. I sat at the head of the long oak table, the flickering candlelight casting shadows that danced like ghosts on the stone walls. Around me were my most trusted men, the pillars of my empire,the ones who built it from dust and ambition. Tonight was more than a meeting. It was a declaration.</p>

<p>Eira stood beside me, her presence impossible to ignore. She wore a blood-red gown that clung to her like a second skin, sharp and commanding in a way that made the room pulse with a new energy. Her face was unreadable,calm, confident, but behind those eyes, I saw the steel of a survivor. She wasn't just sitting beside me; she was staking her claim.</p>

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