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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 news came like a shadow sliding across the room,quiet, cold, and impossible to ignore.

I sat by the large window of the mansion's sitting room, staring out into the darkening city skyline. The world outside flickered with neon lights and whispered promises, but inside, everything felt suffocatingly silent. Draven's voice crackled through the phone, low and urgent, breaking the fragile calm I'd been holding onto for days.

"Kira's been taken," he said. No panic, no desperation. Just a statement. Like it was a problem to solve, not a person to save.

I closed my eyes for a moment. Kira. The name twisted in my gut like a jagged blade. She was more than an enemy; she was a ghost from a past I tried to forget,a past tied to the baby I lost. The truth hovered in the shadows, unspoken but heavy.

"How…?" My voice was brittle, but steady. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

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