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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

The garden stretched before me like a graveyard. Stone benches draped in ivy, black roses blooming where sunlight didn't dare to fall, and the scent of ash still clinging to the breeze like an old ghost. I walked slowly, deliberately, as if every step was a declaration of war.

The guards shifted when they saw me, their eyes darting nervously, boots clicking together in forced respect. They cleared a path without a word, though their silence was louder than a gunshot. I wasn't the girl in chains anymore. I had become something else. Something they didn't understand. Something they feared.

"La signora della morte," I heard one of the servants whisper under their breath as I passed.

They thought I didn't hear. But I did. I always do.

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