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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

I had planned to unwind that evening,maybe a glass of wine by the pool, a few emails sent out, and a face mask to erase the stress of the day. The moon hung high above the estate, casting silver streaks across the marble steps. Everything was exactly as it should be. Controlled. Peaceful. Predictable.

The moment I stepped outside, a chill pricked the back of my neck. It wasn't cold,it was instinct. I paused, hand tightening on my phone.

"Angela?" I called into my Bluetooth headset, expecting my assistant to still be on the other end. "Send someone to double-check the gates. I feel..."

A thud,blunt and cruel,against the side of my head. The phone flew from my hands as my body crumpled. I tried to scream, but a calloused hand clamped over my mouth. Arms like steel wrapped around me.

"Quiet," a gravelly voice hissed near my ear. "Struggle, and you'll regret it."

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