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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

No matter how many times I turned, how tightly I shut my eyes, or how deep I breathed in the silence of the room, the restlessness clawed beneath my skin. My heart beat too loud, a rhythm of unease I couldn't name.

The moon cast its silver gaze across the floor. The air was too still,too charged. Something was wrong. I felt it in the base of my spine.

Quietly, I slipped from the covers, pressing a palm against my belly.

"Just a quick look," I whispered to no one, to myself.

The corridors were dim and hushed, shadows curling against the walls like watching ghosts. The guards didn't question me. They didn't dare. They parted in silence, heads bowed, eyes averted,as if sensing the storm that brewed just beneath my surface.

I walked the path I'd memorized. Down the western wing. Past the council chamber. Through the hallway that always smelled faintly of cigar smoke and power.

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