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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

They think I'm sleeping. That I'm tucked away in my silk sheets, surrounded by the illusion of safety I've paid millions to construct.

My eyes are sharp, wide open as I sit in the darkened study, sipping bitter espresso from a bone-china cup. The house is quiet,too quiet. Even my security team is on edge, walking like ghosts down the hallway. And they should be. Because something has shifted. The shadows have grown teeth.

"Ma'am," Aiden's voice cracks through the silence, hesitant and subdued.

He's standing in the doorway, tall, dressed in black like always. My second-in-command. Or… what's left of him. Ever since Torres disappeared, Aiden has been limping with the weight of responsibility,and paranoia.

"What is it?" I ask, voice cool and sharp.

"There's… a package." He holds it out. Plain black box. No label. No scent. Just the heavy silence of a threat.

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